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I was tapping my foot on a Friday night |
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To my favorite band and I was pushed aside |
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I said, "Hey don't push me", no no no one pushes me |
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When I was face to face with the woman I admired |
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And she gave me this look, I could not believe |
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And the cold stare remained and I wanted to leave |
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See, I do believe anger is offset by sorrow |
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But you destroy today, you might regret tomorrow |
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When you're young and defensive it sometimes comes off offensive |
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And it's hard to repay the tolerance that you borrowed |
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And the lasting relationship sinks right off the pier |
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Who wears the pants, it's faded but clear |
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She's your girlfriend, she ain't too fond of me |
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I guess if that's the way it was meant to be |
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But there we were, just we three |
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You, your girlfriend, and me |
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Seems I've known you forever, seems you two just met |
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So easily amused, how fast we forget |
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That in my jealously, on my self-righteous greed |
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She's a bit like a book, I'm too far sighted to read |
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And I wish you the best but I sometimes feel the need |
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To say remember me |
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She's your girlfriend, as far as we can see |
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Does she look at you the way she looks at me |
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And here we are, just we three |
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You, your girlfriend, and me |
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She's your girlfriend, it's getting harder to see |
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You better just take her home, you better just let her be |
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When she walks out that door |
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You'll come looking for me |
