She's pulling out the pin
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That lets her hair fall down
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She's pulling out the pin
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She shakes her head
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And it goes tumbling
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Her smile was out of place
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So she swept it off her face
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Let me find the words and say them
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Like some softly whispered "Amen"
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But she starts to pull away
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And the lights begin to dim
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Is she thinking of me?
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Or is she thinking of him?
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She's pulling out the pin…
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She's slipping off the hook
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Unbuttoning her dress
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She's slipping off the hook
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There's just enough to make some man a mess
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She tears away the veil
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With her fingernails
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She came out high and kicking
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While the band played "Hey, Good Looking"
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Do you hear something ticking?
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Did somebody tell her she could really be redeemed?
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And could she actually be as desperate as she seems?
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She's tearing at the seams
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She's going to extremes
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Nobody told her it was a sin
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So she's pulling out the pin
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She's taping up her hands just like a boxer will
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And they started laughing
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But if looks could kill
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She'd take them down right now
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She's covering her mouth
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With some unholy vow
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There's nothing more to say
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This is her wedding day
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Full of shattered glass and mayhem
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Not some softly whispered "Amen"
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While the shock announcement dawns
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And the smoke begins to thin
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Where the world without ends
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And the next one begins
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She's pulling out the pin
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She's pulling out the pin
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She's pulling out the pin
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She's pulling out the pin
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(She Might Be A) Grenade
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| Elvis Costello |
