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Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! |
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I've grown accustomed to her face |
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She almost makes the day begin |
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I've grown accustomed to the tune that |
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She whistles night and noon |
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Her smiles, her frowns |
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Her ups, her downs |
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Are second nature to me now |
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Like breathing out and breathing in |
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I was serenely independent and content before we met |
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Surely I could always be that way again |
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And yet |
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I've grown accustomed to her look |
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Accustomed to her voice |
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Accustomed to her face |
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"Marry Freddy", What an infantile idea |
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What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do |
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She'll regret, she'll regret it |
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It's doomed before they even take the vow! |
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I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill |
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In a wretched little flat above a store |
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I can see her now, not a penny in the till |
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And a bill collector beating at the door |
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She'll try to teach the things I taught her |
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And end up selling flowers instead |
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Begging for her bread and water |
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While her husband has his breakfast in bed! |
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In a year, or so, when she's prematurely grey |
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And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk |
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She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away |
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With a social-climbing heiress from New York |
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Poor Eliza. How simply frightful! |
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How humiliating! How delightful! |
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How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night |
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When she hammers on my door in tears and rags |
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Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite |
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Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls |
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Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves |
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Will I take her back or throw the baggage out |
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But I'm a most forgiving man |
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The sort who never could, ever would |
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Take a position and staunchly never budge |
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A most forgiving man |
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But, I shall never take her back |
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If she were even crawling on her knees |
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Let her promise to atone |
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Let her shiver, let her moan |
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I'll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze |
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"Marry Freddy" (snap) ha! |
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But I'm so used to hear her say |
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Good morning everyday |
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Her joys, her woes |
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Her highs, her lows |
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Are second nature to me now |
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Like breathing out and breathing in |
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I'm very grateful she's a woman! |
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And so easy to forget |
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Rather like a habit |
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One can always break |
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And yet |
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I've grown accustomed to the trace |
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Of something in the air |
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Accustomed to her face |
