Photographic memories
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Scanners of our love affair
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Like we were the L.A. Times
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The headlines read "Beware"
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I don't deal in hearsay
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Calculation ain't my game
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But today I see you
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And I hang my head in shame
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Lipstick on your collar, and the color isn't mine
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White lines on the dresser, and you even drank my wine
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Babe your face is flushed
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It's more than just a hunch
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Tell me what's this fear
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Maybe she's still here
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Baby you're an alibi
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You cross your heart and hope to die
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Promising to tell no lies
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Baby you're an alibi
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Looking out the window
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I can hear the engine roar
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Cobalt Blue Pantera
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Dashes through the garage door
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Now you cry injustice and synthetic violins
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Every night outside my door
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A candle in the wind
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Lipstick on your collar, and the color isn't mine
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White lines on the dresser, and you even drank my wine
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Babe your face is flushed
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It's more than just a hunch
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Tell me what's this fear
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Maybe the picture's clear
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Baby you're an alibi
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You cross your heart and hope to die
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Promising to tell no lies
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Baby you're an alibi
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Babe your face is flushed
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It's more than just a hunch
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Tell me what's this fear
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Maybe the picture's clear
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I flash back to another time zone
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When you were late most most every night
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I was a prisoner by my own device
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And what about your distant cousin?
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You know the one that lives in France
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No introduction, only a Harlequin Romance
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Ooo alibis
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Love, lines, angles and rhymes
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Alibis
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You crossed your heart and hoped to die
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Alibi
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| Teena Marie |
