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My eyes were sad |
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And my fingers were mad |
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As I wrote this letter that said |
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'I wish you the best in your new royal address |
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And I wish that he were dead' |
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Guess you don't mind that he's got a wife |
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And a mistress already in place |
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You just throw back your hair |
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And you'll say you don't care |
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When you hide that look on your face |
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You used to have such a pretty little smile |
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Yeah, but look at you now |
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Yeah, but look at you now |
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He's a better man now that you're holding his hand |
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Now that he's got yours to keep |
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Oh, and I hope you can feel your someone who needs you |
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When it comes for your turn to eat |
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And so it seems his rich accent must mean that he's a bit brighter than me |
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Oh, and I guess he won't lie through the whites in his eyes |
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Or the gap in the front of his teeth |
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You used to have such a pretty little smile |
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Yeah, but look at you now |
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Yeah, but look at you now |
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Well, if I had to guess |
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I would not be impressed |
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By the cups of tea he can drink |
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No, 'cause the fatter he gets from those caviar chips |
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Is the faster your ship starts to sink |
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Oh, and I guess I can't blame you |
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If I had to shame you |
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With the things I've done since you left town |
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Probably have to tell your new lover |
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Fetch a pail of water |
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For your building crumbling down |
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You used to have such a pretty little smile |
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Yeah, but look at you now |
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Yeah, but look at you now |
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I screamed at your letter |
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For half an hour |
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Screamed til my throat was sore |
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And I lost my voice when he lost your choice |
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Don't ever come knock on my door |
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You used to have such a pretty little smile |
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Yeah, but look at you now |
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Honey, look at you now |
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Oh, look at you now |
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Look at you now |
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Look at you now |
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Oh, look at you now |
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Look at you now |
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Look at you now |
