One, two, three
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Well, I want to try and hold my head up high
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In this busted-up Pinto truck conversion between the broken concrete and the cloudy sky
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Well, you have to make an effort with me
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Can you make it look like you're chauffeuring me?
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There's enough gas to get us home now if we glide
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When we took this job I thought that you knew the deal
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I told the boss we had a Mercedes-Benz but all we got in our yard is a steering wheel
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Well, I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer
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Well, we might have to cut and sell your long hair
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I don't mind you wearing a wig, but I won't steal
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Yeah, well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
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We need to make it look like we're high class, so we'll haul ourself on, we can't be beat
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I can't help but wonder, this time next year, will we be drinking Dom Perignon or reheated beer?
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Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
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We have to keep up appearances as long as we can
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There's too much to lose, our social status, well, our ice machine, and our ceiling fan
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And if they find out that we ain't real songwriters
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That we go Dutch on cigarette lighters
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We're gonna lose the paradise that's in our hands
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Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
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Got an image to live up to here
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In the best motel on Imposter Street
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While the Joneses are waltzing off to dinner
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We're gluing old lottery tickets together
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Trying to make us a winner
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Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
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Honey, We Can't Afford To Look This Cheap
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| The White Stripes |
