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This is the place where I made my best mistakes |
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This is the place even angels don't understand |
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I've seen the disappointment in her face |
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And the collection of engagement rings on her right hand |
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She sits alone apart from the crowd |
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In a white dress she wears like a question mark |
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Friends speak of her fondly |
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Enemies just think out loud |
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You think you're man enough to please her |
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And you're fool enough to start |
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But you're not gonna do a thing to our little angel |
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There's nothing you're thinkin' tonight that tomorrow won't change |
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Now the cabaret is frozen |
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And the laughter comes in cans |
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And the lonely hearts club clientele |
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Don't know what to do with their hands |
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You think that you'll be sweet to her but everybody knows |
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That you're the marshmallow valentine that got stuck on her clothes |
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And you're not gonna do a thing to our little angel |
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There's nothing you're thinkin' tonight that tomorrow won't change |
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So you mix your drinks and words |
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You make bad jokes, you make bad time |
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The floors are there to walk over |
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The walls are there to climb |
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You swear you'll never go back again once you're inside |
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You're never the bridegroom, she's always the bride |
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You're not gonna do a thing to our little angel |
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There's nothing you're thinkin' tonight that tomorrow won't change |
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You'll come in a sweetheart and you'll go out a stranger |
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Well, you try to love her but she's so contrary |
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Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary |
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So get your mind off the sweet behind of our little angel |
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You're not gonna do a thing |
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You're not gonna do a thing |
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You're not gonna do a thing to our little angel |
