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No one's asking |
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To go dancing |
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It's not like that anymore |
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It's romantic |
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If they mean it |
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When they shut your fingers in the door |
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It's a gory |
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Sort of story |
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That's been told a hundred times before |
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It gets tricky |
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Don't be picky |
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If the slipper fits you wear it whore |
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How many tips |
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Can I take home tonight |
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Without them getting mad |
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How many stitches |
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Do you think it takes |
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To fix a cut that bad |
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How many minutes |
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Until midnight |
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And you get your eyesight back |
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Not to knock it |
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I've been off it |
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Never moving very much at once |
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It's been awkward |
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I still offer it |
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When it's that time of |
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Other girls shower |
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But I give out flowers |
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To curious strangers |
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Who throw dollars at my feet |
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How many crimes |
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Can I try spotting dry |
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Before it leaves a stain |
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How many times say |
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That I love you |
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'Til it doesn't mean a thing |
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How many fittings |
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Must I sit through |
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With my big feet blistering |
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How many times |
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Until it strips me |
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And my big mouth strikes again |
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I'm not asking |
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To go dancing |
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I'm not that dumb anymore |
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It's exhausting |
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To keep smiling |
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When your toes are bleeding on the floor |
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It's a gory |
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Sort of story |
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That's been told a hundred times before |
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Don't be sorry |
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Just ignore me |
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Because honestly I'm |
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Too sore from fitting |
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Exactly to ride |
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Into setting |
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Suns aching |
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To stand on my own two feet |
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How many wishes |
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Do I still have left |
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To fix the way it ends |
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How many princes |
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Do you think it take |
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To put a girl like this |
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Back together again |
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How many instances |
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Can you point out |
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When I was less than kind |
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How many happy endings |
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Do you need |
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To change your fucking mind |
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And how much time |
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Do we have left |
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Before it's midnight |
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And you see that I was |
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Never the right size |
