Short skirt, tight t-shirt,
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and knowing all the while
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I turn around to look at you,
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you barely cracked a smile
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As the sun fades, with a drink or two,
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you take me for a ride
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You won't say just what you want,
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but I can see it in your eyes
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You don't understand all the mess we're in
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I wish you'd never made a sound
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You don't understand but it's got to end
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You'll find the strength to let me down
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When you finally come around
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Behind the wheel at 3am,
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I wake you up to talk
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Only late you'll hear my voice,
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but you don't mind at all
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You don't understand all the mess we're in
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I wish you'd never made a sound
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You don't understand but it's got to end
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You'll find the strength to let me down
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When you finally come around
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Give me all the blame
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Cause I don't want the same
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But I don't know how to let you know
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Here we are, face to face
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I'm glad that you're in town
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You stay the night, while I'm alone
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Guess you finally came around
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Come Around
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| Ingram Hill |
