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When you were collecting for your sex appeal |
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He was in killing fields, over you |
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You went and took away your self respect |
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Put him out like a cigarette, you blow |
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Don't bother coming home |
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You said, all you've got to say, yeah |
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He can get with the girls again |
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'Cos he's a charming man, it's true |
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He can drink with the boys tonight |
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And have a fight, alright and spew |
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You're history |
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You're history |
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Got your tits done and moved out the very next day |
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All you left was the bill to pay, what a front |
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Could she not see that you're a righteous man |
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Bible in hand, Cupid stunned |
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He used to want your love |
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Now he wants you to go away, yeah |
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He can drink till he's comatosed |
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Yeah, he rocks the most, can't you see? |
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He's got diamonds in his eyes tonight |
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Could give you quite a fright, no sympathy |
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You're history |
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You're history |
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Don't beautiful |
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Don't bother coming home |
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You've said, all you've got to say, yeah |
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He can get with the girls again |
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He's a charming man, it's true |
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He can drink with the boys all night |
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And have a fight, alright |
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Against you |
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He will drink till he's comatosed |
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Yeah, he rocks the most, can't you see? |
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He's got diamonds in his eyes tonight |
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Could give you quite the fright |
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Yes, siree |
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You're history |
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You're history |
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You're history |
