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Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
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Lipstick stained on whipcream lies
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I feel that if I had been uglier
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It would have been easier
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There it sat, blinked and spat
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In a black feather hat
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And said "the rat"
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I now possess quasi success
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But she wants to be a better singer
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Swing the Heartache
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Just for her sake
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But she wants to be a better singer
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Swing the Heartache
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Just for her sake
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Swing the Heartache
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Bauhaus |