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This has got to die, |
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This has got to stop, |
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This has got to lie down, |
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Someone else on top. |
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You can keep me pinned, |
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It's easier to tease, |
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But you can't paint an elephant, |
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Quite as good as she. |
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And she may cry like a baby, |
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And she may drive me crazy |
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Cause I am lately lonely. |
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So, why'd you have to lie, |
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I take it I'm your crutch, |
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The pillow in your pillowcase, |
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Is easier to touch. |
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And when you think you've sinned, |
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You fall upon your knees, |
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Just see within your picture, |
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Just still forget the breeze. |
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And she may rise, |
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If I sing you down, |
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And she may wisely, |
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Cling to the ground. |
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Cause I am lately horny. |
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So why would would she take me thorny |
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What's the point of this song? Or even singing? |
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You've already gone, why am I clinging? |
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Well I could throw it out, and I could live without |
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And I could do it all for you |
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I can make changes if you like |
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(?) |
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'Cause this has got to die |
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This has got to stop, |
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This has got to lie down, |
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Someone else on top. |
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Well you can both keep me pinned |
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Cause it's easier to tease |
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But you can't make me happy |
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Quite as good as me. |
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When you know that's a lie. |
