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Baby, since you left me, there's somebody new, |
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She thinks I'm perfect, I swear, |
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She likes my body, my class and my charm. |
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She says I've got a confident aire. |
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She respects my ambition, thinks I'm talented too, |
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But she's in love with an image time is bound to see through. |
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Oh, you know me better than that, |
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You know the me that gets lazy and fat. |
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How moody I can be, all my insecurities. |
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You've seen me lose all my charm, |
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You know I was raised on a farm. |
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Oh, she tells her friends I'm perfect, |
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And that I love her cat, |
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But you know me better than that. |
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I miss picnics and blue jeans and buckets of beer, |
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Now it's ballet and symphony hall; |
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I'm into culture, clean up to my ears, |
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It's like wearing a shoe that's too small. |
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Oh, I caught her with an issue of Brides magazine, |
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Starin' at dresses and pickin' out rings. |
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But you know me better than that, |
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You know the me that gets lazy and fat. |
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How moody I can be, all my insecurities. |
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You've seen me lose all my charm, |
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You know I was raised on a farm. |
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Oh, she tells her friends I'm perfect, |
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And that I love her cat, |
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But you know me better than that. |
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Oh, she tells her friends I'm perfect, |
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And that I love that cat, |
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Oh, but you know me better than that... |
