I gave you a flower
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He gave you a whole bunch
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He cut you a diamond
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I cut you your lunch
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I read you a pamphlet
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He wrote her a whole book
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He paid them both to the movies
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I stole you a look
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I cannot win
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Since the day we watched them move in
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Another sick joke
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At my expense
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But you can't live your life
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With one eye over the fence
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So I wrote you this song
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She got an operatic medley
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He bought her a car
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I doubled you on my treadly
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I can't compete
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Since they moved to our street
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I candidly took your photo
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But it came out a blur
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In their hall hangs a portrait
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He had commissioned for her
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And on Valentine's Day
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What was I to do
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She got a ninety verse sonnet
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I struggled with a haiku
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Makes me see red
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But I still couldn't wish them both dead
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I'm gonna fail
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What if I fail
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He's gonna fail
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He could possibly fail
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He could possibly fail
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He's gonna fail
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Yes, There Is A Slight Chance He Might Actually Fail
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| Darren Hanlon |
