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Your face is like |
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The moment when the sexist hero traps |
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The slippy villain with the weasel face |
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You don't have to speak |
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Your expression is the truth |
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That your words don't say |
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And the truth won't go away |
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In many dark corners I have thought myself about this |
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Did you do it out of malice |
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Did you fall or were you kissed. |
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Could you ask your friend in the cowboy jacket |
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And those boots up to his knee |
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Would he shut his mouth for me |
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I've heard just enough |
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All I want to hear about pipes and drums |
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And how little time it takes the clutz to come |
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The golden gift of silence |
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Is I don't have to hear you speak |
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So would you take him out yourself |
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Before I put you both back in the street |
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Now the story shifts |
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And we see a young man |
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Standing in the wings |
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Too old before his time |
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Collecting grey hairs |
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He's proud and he's scared and he says "I don't care" |
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How can he be so blind |
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So how did you corrupt him |
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You must have got him where it counts |
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Now he's so numb he's ready to freeze |
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And you're ready for the monkey house |
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Ready for the monkey house |
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The monkey house but you won't take me |