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Well I'm sure it's complicated |
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And I'm sure your story goes way back |
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But you're looking desperate lately |
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And now, is not the time, to look like that |
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I don't know if he did it |
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And I won't ask |
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There's a lot of good women |
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With a lot of bad backs |
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Your man said something heavy |
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It already looks bad |
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Careful what you carry on his behalf |
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And I'm sure he's thinking of you too |
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Not the type to snitch and run but |
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But sometimes they say it's the plain truth |
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99 problems... ugh |
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Well I don't don't need need need to know |
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But there's a set of my keys left under your door |
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And if you need a place to sleep tonight |
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Well that's what family's for |
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I don't don't need need need to know |
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But I'd put on my best fresh little black dress |
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And go get seen tonight |
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Work on that alibi of yours |
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I don't mean to be your mother |
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Got my own kids to raise |
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And I don't aim to blow your cover |
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It's your own hell to pay |
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But the word on the street is a page out of Blake |
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Your man made money |
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But he made mistakes |
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Now the revelation's coming looks to you for a break |
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You've always been cunning with those brave escapes but |
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Take a minute now |
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Think this through |
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Give it a second and a bird's eye view |
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Think of the moments you've got left to lose |
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Like how much time are you really, down to do? |
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Well I don't don't need need need to know |
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But there's a set of my keys left under your door |
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And if you need a place to sleep tonight |
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Well that's what family's for |
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I don't don't need need need to know |
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But I'd put on my best fresh little black dress |
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And go get seen tonight |
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Work on that alibi of yours |
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Now I've seen the way that you count your blessings |
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Like hatch marks on the wall |
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And I've seen you coming out of Sunday confession |
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With a numbered list and all |
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Now I don't bow my head for supper |
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I never do kneels besides my bed |
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But it looks like your afterlife is covered |
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I hope on Earth you're careful kid |
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I don't don't need need need to know |
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But there's a set of my keys left under my door |
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And if you need a place to sleep tonight |
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Well that's what family's for |
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I don't don't need need need to know |
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But I'd put on my best fresh little black dress |
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And go get seen tonight |
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Work on that alibi of yours |
