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Talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue |
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But you never really tell me what you're gonna do |
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You seem to keep it all locked up inside |
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I can't help but start to thinkin' |
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You've got something to hide |
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Why the pain |
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What's your game |
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You're drivin' this boy insane |
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Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do |
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You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me |
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So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shopping spree |
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You bought a space age watch and an antique hat |
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Hell, now it's digital this and digital that |
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What a pain |
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Silly games |
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Still drivin' your man insane |
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Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do |
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Oh darlin', oh darlin' |
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All I ever get is lip service from you |
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Oh darlin' oh darlin' (I'm through) |
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'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you |
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[Instrumental] |
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So listen to me baby |
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'gotta change your ways |
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Or I'm off to Pascagoula in a few more days |
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I'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes |
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Find some other fool to man your shovel and your take |
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No more pain |
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End of game |
