Take off your shoes, hang up your wings
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Stack up the chairs, roll up the rug
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Savor the things that sobriety brings
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Drain in the last from a jug
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But when I hit the bottle, there's no tellin' what I'll do
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'Cause something deep inside me wants to turn you black and blue
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I can't resist you, I can't wait
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To twist your loving arms 'til you capitulate
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Beat me in the kitchen, and I'll beat you in the hall
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There's nothing I love better than a free for all
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To take your pretty neck and see which way it bends
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But when it is all over we will still be friends
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Wave a white flag, put away the pistol
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Too many people just can't get kissed
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But if there's nothin' I can do to make amends, baby
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Hope you don't murder me
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Oh, was it all right, or was it okay
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I'll make it all up to you someday
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Oh, but you didn't have to laugh that way
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Oh, no, you didn't have to laugh that way
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Wave a white flag, put away the pistol
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Too many people just can't get kissed
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But if there's nothin' I can do to make amends, baby
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Hope you don't murder me
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Gee, baby, hope you don't murder me
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Wave A White Flag (Elvis Costello)
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| Ben Folds Five |
