In a steamed, wet window of a public house,
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I¡¯m using it like a mirror and eyeing myself up.
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And somewhere in the corner
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He¡¯s telling her a joke
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And I had to stick the boot in
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Because that¡¯s not how it goes.
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She¡¯s drinking down his laughter
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And she don¡¯t half love a drink.
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For someone I never gave half a thought to
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He don¡¯t have make me think.
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And somewhere in the corner
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He¡¯s telling her a joke
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And I had to stick the boot in
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Because that¡¯s not how it goes.
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You've got it wrong,
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You've got it wrong,
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Don't make me tell you girl.
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She¡¯s crying when I tell her
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He won¡¯t bother us no more
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And it¡¯ll give us time to wonder
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If he¡¯s ever lied before.
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And somewhere in the corner
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I¡¯m telling her a joke
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And she was crying laughing
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Because that¡¯s exactly how it goes.
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You've Got It Wrong
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| Drowners (American Band) |
