Well the day begins
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You don't want to live
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'Cause you can't believe
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In the one you're with
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'Cause you know her tricks
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And you know her past
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When she makes a face
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You just have to laugh
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And you feel like such a know-it-all
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When you only want just a tiny girl
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And you hope she'll sing
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So you turn around
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Toward the tiny girls
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Who have got no tricks
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Who have got no past
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Yea that's what you think
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And you hope she'll sing
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But she sings of greed
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Like a young banshee
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And she wants for this
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And she wants for that
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What did you think
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Tiny Girls
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| Martin L. Gore |
