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In the Spring when the feeling is chronic |
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And my caution was leaving me flat |
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I should have made use of a tonic |
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Before you gave me that |
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A mental deficient you'll grade me |
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I've given you plenty of data |
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You came, you saw, you slayed me |
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And that-a is that-a |
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I'm a sentimental sap, that's all |
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What's the use of trying not to fall? |
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I have no will, you have made your kill |
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'Cause you took advantage of me! |
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I'm just like an apple on a bough |
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And you're gonna shake me down somehow |
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So, what's the use, you have cooked my goose |
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'Cause you took advantage of me! |
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I'm so hot and bothered that I don't know |
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My elbow from my ear |
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I suffer something awful every time you go |
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It's worse when you're near |
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Here I am with all my bridges burned |
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Just a babe in arms where you're concerned |
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So lock the doors and call me yours |
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Beause you took, you took advantage of me |
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Advantage of me |
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Advantage of me |
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I'm repeating that you took, you took advantage of me |
