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Intro: |
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Now Jack is the mack and he comes around every Monday, |
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oh Tuesday and Wednesday, |
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Every day of the week |
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And even though I try to tell you that I love you from the bottom of my heart |
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You had no place for me, |
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It's all vanity now |
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Chorus: |
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You fell for one a them sweet lies |
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The ones you don't want to believe in |
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When your heart's not hearing |
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What your brain is saying |
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And you're weak in the knees |
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Another sweet lie |
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The kind you don't want to believe |
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When the heart's in doubt you got to stay out |
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Verse 1: |
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Now the wine and the roses |
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Stop coming around sometime ago |
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But you won't admit that so, you pretend |
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I know it's hard to look your best |
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Wearing that same old shabby dress |
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So you stay at home, waiting by the phone |
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Repeat Chorus |
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Verse 2: |
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Now it gives me no pleasure to say I told you so, |
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It's been hard to keep it low |
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Knowing the things I know |
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Maybe in another place and in another time |
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Under different circumstances |
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You will find happiness, so I suggest |
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Don't take foolish chances no |
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Repeat Verse 3: |
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Repeat Chorus |
