Your face is like
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The moment when the sexist hero traps
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The slippy villain with the weasel face
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You don't have to speak
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Your expression is the truth
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That your words don't say
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And the truth won't go away
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In many dark corners I have thought myself about this
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Did you do it out of malice
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Did you fall or were you kissed.
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Could you ask your friend in the cowboy jacket
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And those boots up to his knee
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Would he shut his mouth for me
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I've heard just enough
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All I want to hear about pipes and drums
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And how little time it takes the clutz to come
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The golden gift of silence
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Is I don't have to hear you speak
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So would you take him out yourself
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Before I put you both back in the street
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Now the story shifts
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And we see a young man
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Standing in the wings
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Too old before his time
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Collecting grey hairs
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He's proud and he's scared and he says "I don't care"
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How can he be so blind
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So how did you corrupt him
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You must have got him where it counts
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Now he's so numb he's ready to freeze
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And you're ready for the monkey house
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Ready for the monkey house
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The monkey house but you won't take me
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Ready For The Monkeyhouse
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| The Waterboys |
