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Don't tell me you couldn't do it |
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I'm always right when I intuit |
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God is in the things you love |
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So don't you punch me with kid gloves |
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And if you really wanted this |
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You'd shake your life, you'd sell your kids |
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And if you really wanted this then you'd admit I'm |
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Always right (x4) |
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I can see your protestations |
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As merely manipulations |
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What you feel is not the issue |
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You're so polite I want to hit you |
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And hope that you'll retaliate |
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And prove my fears legitimate |
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I'd like to thank you, though it's trite, |
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For assuring me I'm |
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Always right (x4) |
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Worst offenders hide their crimes |
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As you've denied yours countless times |
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So don't plead for a lighter sentence |
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Be contrite and show repentance |
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And demonstrate your love for me |
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By handing me your diaries |
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I'll skim them til I'm justified |
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It says right here I'm |
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Always right (x4) |
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Say what you like but I'm not listening |
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My fangs are white and sharp and glistening |
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You seem like my favorite grade |
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I even earned this with straight As |
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As God made Adam in his image |
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You'll emulate me when I'm finished |
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I'll give you the gift of light |
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If you concede I'm |
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Always right (x8) |
