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(Benson/Falkner) |
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Like a folk singer's song, |
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I'm moving on |
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And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong |
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When the girls are looking on |
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When the girls are looking on (When the girls are looking on) |
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If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet |
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I can picture myself walking down any street |
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Telling people that |
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I meet, "Psst, looks like rain to me" (Looks like rain to me) |
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And every single day at eleven |
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I'm home in bed in sleep heaven |
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Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven |
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Ain't got time for my bed-in |
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She says "Stop pretendin' You're not John Lennon" |
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Will I ever get over this |
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Having tasted your lips with a kiss? |
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You can cross me off your list |
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Take these cuffs from off my wrist |
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And drop your fist |
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As soon as |
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I'm well I'm gonna leave my house |
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Become more of a man and less like a mouse |
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Drive my car down south to the |
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Mississippi's mouth |
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In the Gulf of |
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Mexico I'll be soused |
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Every girl |
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I made in the shade of |
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Esplanade |
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I've saved in a song that |
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I play when |
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I'm afraid of a full-scale air raid |
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From the choices that |
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I've made |
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And every single day at eleven |
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I'm home in bed in sleep heaven |
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Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven |
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Ain't got time for my bed-in |
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She says "Stop pretendin' You're not John Lennon" |
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Will I ever get over this |
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Having tasted your lips with a kiss? |
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You would cross me off your list |
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Take these cuffs from off my wrist |
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And drop your fist. |
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Drop your fist. |
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No matter how much you take of each song that |
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I make I'm not fragile, |
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I don't break and |
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I'm down at the lake |
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And I hope some day you'll have it made with all that money that you make |
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It was fun while it lasted and then it was blasted |
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Right out of the water and into fantastic |
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Now he feels shafted and she's already past it |
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She's like elastic and he just seems spastic |
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Every single day at eleven |
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I'm home in bed in sleep heaven |
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Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven |
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Ain't got time for my bed-in |
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She says "Stop pretendin' You're not John Lennon" |
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Will I ever get over this |
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Having tasted your lips with a kiss? |
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You can cross me off your list |
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Take these cuffs from off my wrist |
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If I ever get over this |
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You can cross me off your list |
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Take these cuffs from off my wrist |
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And drop your fist. |
