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You smile at me in total defiance of all decency |
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You've got it down to a science |
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That innocent look |
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You've got it practiced real good |
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But I know you'd kill me if you could stand the sight of blood |
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If I'd'a been a fly on the wall a little earlier |
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If I'd been one of the innumerable flies in this room |
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If I'd'a been a fly on the wall a little earlier |
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It woulda been real different around here |
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You try to speak but the buzz is too loud |
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And it's hard to make you laugh through the dense black cloud |
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That surrounds us both |
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It's just as well |
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You call the rope |
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Let the whole house go to hell |
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If I'd'a been one of these flies |
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I would have lodged myself firmly underneath your eyelid |
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If I'd'a been one of these flies a little earlier |
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It would have been real different around here. |
