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And I wonder to myself |
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If your baby's feeling alright |
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Is your baby coming out tonight? |
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Well if she does, you can call me up |
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I can show you to the central park |
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I can chauffeur in the rental car |
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But all I ask, is one small dance |
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Speaking french on the dance floor |
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While I hid behind french doors |
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You don't seem to get she's not your girl |
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Ooh girl it's good you're home alone |
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You've got a gash, let's get that sown |
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I saw hunger in your bones |
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I see your man's none too impressed |
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I flipped you off your feet and under your dress |
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And I hope you like a mess |
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All alone in the middle of the night |
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I could've sworn I did everything right |
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So how come she's now your girl? |
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And I was made to believe |
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We had a future, just you and me |
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Do you want to throw that away? |
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(Ohh ooh oh oh) |
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Baby, I can't believe |
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He looked into my eyes |
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He took you away from me |
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And said |
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\"Sorry, she's not your girl, anymore\" |
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And I wonder to myself |
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C'est la vie |
