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Well the day begins |
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You don't want to live |
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'Cause you can't believe |
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In the one you're with |
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'Cause you know her tricks |
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And you know her past |
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When she makes a face |
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You just have to laugh |
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And you feel like such a know-it-all |
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When you only want just a tiny girl |
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And you hope she'll sing |
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So you turn around |
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Toward the tiny girls |
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Who have got no tricks |
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Who have got no past |
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Yea that's what you think |
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And you hope she'll sing |
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But she sings of greed |
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Like a young banshee |
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And she wants for this |
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And she wants for that |
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What did you think |
