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This thing don't fit me
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This thing between you and me can't be love
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'Cause this thing is killing me
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It's been pinching and pulling
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Till it feels like I've been poured into my little sister's blue jeans
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And somebody's too-tight brand new high-heeled shoes
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I'm gonna slip away from you babe
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And the hurtin' things you do
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I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable
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I'm tired of the fire
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It's this burning churning all comsuming ache
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I can't take
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I'm gonna find me a simple man
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I'm gonna jump out of this frying pan
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I'm gonna cool off in somebody's down-home downright comfortable love
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I'm gonna slip away from you babe
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And the hurtin' things you do
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I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable
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'Cause I don't believe love has to be
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Like a prison
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I may not know what love is
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But I know what it isn't
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I'm gonna slip away from you babe
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And the hurtin' things you do
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I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable
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I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable
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A Little More Comfortable
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| Michelle Wright |
