Talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue
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But you never really tell me what you're gonna do
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You seem to keep it all locked up inside
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I can't help but start to thinkin'
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You've got something to hide
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Why the pain
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What's your game
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You're drivin' this boy insane
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Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
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You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me
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So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shopping spree
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You bought a space age watch and an antique hat
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Hell, now it's digital this and digital that
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What a pain
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Silly games
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Still drivin' your man insane
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Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
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Oh darlin', oh darlin'
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All I ever get is lip service from you
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Oh darlin' oh darlin' (I'm through)
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'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you
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[Instrumental]
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So listen to me baby
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'gotta change your ways
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Or I'm off to Pascagoula in a few more days
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I'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes
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Find some other fool to man your shovel and your take
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No more pain
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End of game
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Lip Service
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| Jimmy Buffett |
