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down in front |
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I
spend so much time tryin' |
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To
learn all your languages |
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I
got nothin' to say |
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It's
all cheap talk in kind |
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And
a matter of time |
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Some
fool gets his way |
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Down
on his knees he says I got this feelin' |
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That
you're not that kind of girl |
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And
no one knows better as he takes off your sweater |
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Just
what he means when he's promised you the world |
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CHORUS: |
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Down
in front |
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That's
all they want |
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Just
two square inches |
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He's
a snake in britches |
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Shakin'
your head as you lie with the enemy |
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So
much louder than words |
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All
that you felt one more notch in his belt |
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Well
have you heard |
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You
got no heart for these bullets he's loaded with |
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They
just lite up the sky |
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And
who needs a hero when it's zero to zero |
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Add
it up baby, it's just an alibi |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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You
could be any one |
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He
can't be bothered with names |
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Turn
off the lites and relax |
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It's
just more of the same |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |