You're telling me things
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That you're gonna do,
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Just like you told me all the time
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That you'd always be true.
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Telling me you and him
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Yes you're just freinds.
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Where do lies stop
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And the truth begins?
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Yeah right!
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Yeah right!
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Wear my cross up around you're throat,
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Struttin all around in the leapord coat,
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noddin' my head like i know you could
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But you never did nothing that you said you would.
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Yeah right!
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Yeah right!
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It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out,
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It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me!
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Gonna be a model for the neighbors and then,
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Move to California and live with a freind,
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Go to school and work somewhere in Santa Fe
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Go on expedition down in paraguay.
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Yeah right!
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Yeah right!
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It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out,
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It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me!
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Spoken:
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Yeah right, You're gonna move to California
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And live with your good freinds,
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And then your gonna go skiing
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With your good freinds from school,
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The state school!
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Yeah right
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Yeah, Right
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| Reverend Horton Heat |
