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Threw my clothes in the yard |
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Ran over my foot with your car |
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Don't try to say it was just an accident |
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Then you stole all my shoes |
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Now what the hell am I gonna do |
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When I don't even know what I did |
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It ain't yours, it ain't mine |
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It won't matter in time |
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Cause we both know just where this thing's going |
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Cause we'd dance around til we'd verbally pound |
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But ya scratched out my love with those fingers |
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Baby, get your hands off my throat |
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Cause I can't breathe, I can't |
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Get your hands off my throat |
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Now I'll get my coat and leave |
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I'll leave, baby |
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We've had some fun |
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But we were ever one |
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Til we found out we were no one at all |
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And now that we're through |
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For another day or two |
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Tell me, baby, why don't you call |
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Just call me |
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Get your hands off my throat |
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Cause, baby, I can't, I can't breathe, baby |
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Get your hands off my throat |
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I'll get my coat and leave |
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Ooh |
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Well, I remember the time |
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Let me freshen your mind |
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You told me |
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David, I, I need, I think it's time I had my own space |
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So then I try to be the understanding man |
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You just call a Woody Allen character about the whole thing |
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I said that's cool, I understand, I pack my bags |
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And get outta your face |
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Then for three days on end |
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She was in bed with my best friend |
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Discussing every problem |
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She cried, she begged, David, we didn't really do anything |
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He's a really understanding guy, and he really just listens |
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And I said |
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Baby, you gave him head |
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God damn! |
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Get your hands off my throat |
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Cause baby, I can't breathe, I can't |
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Get your hands off my throat |
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And I get my coat and leave |
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Pack my bags and I'm out the door |
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Lord, I can't take any more, yeah |
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Get your hands off my throat |
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and I'll get my coat and leave |