I want expensive not cheap
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And all the secrets that you keep
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Should be quietly put to sleep
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Not then not when not yet this week
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I have told a thousand lies
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But this time he is surprised
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Cut the alibis from my eyes
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From my eyes
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Eyes
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One sample of your wit
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You ask me round to baby-sit
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Just sat there smiling from a pit
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Is the goddess of the vimly lit
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I have told a thousand lies
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But this time he is surprised
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Cut the alibis from my eyes
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From my eyes
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From my eyes
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I want you pretty not polite
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And all those compliments you invite
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They should burn by candlelight
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Not tomorrow next week but just tonight
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I have told a thousand lies
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But this time he is surprised
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You cut the alibis from my eyes
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From my eyes
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From my eyes
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I have told a thousand lies
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I have told a thousand lies
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From my eyes
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I have told a thousand lies
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This time he is surprised
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I have told a thousand lies
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I have told a thousand lies
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A Thousand Lies
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| The Beautiful South |
