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You turned the tables on me |
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And now I'm falling for you; |
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You turned the tables on me |
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I can't believe that it's true |
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I always thought when you brought |
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The lovely present you bought |
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Why hadn't you brought me more, |
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But now if you'd come |
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I'd welcome anything |
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From the five and ten cent store, |
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You used to call me the top |
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You put me up on a throne |
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You let me fall with a drop |
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And now I'm out on my own. |
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But after thinking it over and over, |
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I got what was coming to me |
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Just like the sting of a bee |
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You turned the tables on me. |
