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I'd like to tell a little story |
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that's been told time and time again |
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About the foolish men who chased me |
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My discarded men |
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They used to tell me they loved me |
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But I knew better than them |
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I'd find them looking around the corner |
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My discarded men |
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Piercing eyes with a vension |
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Tell them to count to ten |
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They'd bribe me with their diamonds |
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My discarded men |
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Telephone calls in the evening |
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They'd drive me round the bend |
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Cavayar champagne and roses |
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From my discarded men |
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Chased me after a fashion |
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I could never pretend |
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No substitute for passion |
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My discarded men |
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You think you can thrill me |
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Ha Ha Ha |
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You can think again |
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Watch out or you might become |
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One of my discarded men |
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I'd like to dress up in sequins |
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And treat myself now and then |
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Perhaps I'll give a little favor |
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To one of my discarded men |
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Ha Ha Ha |
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You think you can win me |
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And be my special friend |
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Just take a tip from the others |
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Grr... |
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My discarded men |
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My discarded men |
