Nothing clings like Ivy
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Frightened by the dark
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Though she cuts deep
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It never leaves a mark
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No one quite like Ivy
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Ever gets it straight
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What she believes
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She won't negotiate
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All the words of tenderness
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That never quite got through
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She said "You know how young girls are
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From my contempt for you."
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Outside in the hollow
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She may dare herself
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For there may be
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A serpent in the grass
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Nothing clings like Ivy
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Trying to scare herself
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And it may strike or
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Wait for her to pass
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All the words of tenderness
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That she never possessed
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"So what's the use of promises?
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I had my fingers crossed."
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All the words of tenderness
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That never quite got through
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She said, "I laughed behind your back
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When I told them to you."
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Nothing clings like Ivy
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Frightened by the dark
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Though she cuts deep
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It never leaves a mark
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Nothing Clings Like Ivy
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| Elvis Costello |
