You're a waitress who hung out
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With the customers too long now
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It seems the curtain's closed
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And the lights are on
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I guess there's going to be no encore for us
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You're a mystery in the street
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and the men would pay good currency
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And you let them down so softly
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For an ounce of your cruelty, you would
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Leave your house keys in my door
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And they'd fit because you want them to
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Such coincidence, it always befalls you
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It gets so far beyond comedy that
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How can I play that part when I'm jogging in your slow lane
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now ?
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Could you just have a heart ?
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Give me an ounce of your cruelty, could you
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There's a whistle in the street
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There's a night so cloaked with secrecy
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But I'm keeping my nose clean
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I've drawn the curtains closed
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Until it's summer and these crickets wake me
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And your breath will light the dawn
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But you'll wake up with a thorn in your side
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Hey it's only me, you should turn it around
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And wake me up with your cruelty
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How can I play that part when I'm jogging in your slow lane
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now ?
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Could you just have a heart ?
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Give me an ounce of your cruelty
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How can I play that part when I'm jogging in your slow lane
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now
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Could you just have a heart ?
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Give me an ounce of your cruelty
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And you'll leave it alone and let it rot
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An ounce of your cruelty means
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You'll stay at home
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And deprive me of your pleasure
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Hey could you do that ?
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No way around it
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Ounce Of Your Cruelty
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| Bluebottle Kiss |
