I get off my things, I lay down in the sidelanes
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I don't feel that I hide, just permanently ride
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And I'm waiting for your gentle reign
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Something that'll help me learn
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But one look at her and you know
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That she's got it bad
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One look and the mirror shows
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I live as I want
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But she's got it bad
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Check it out, check it out, roll up there now
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Huh!
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She's headed for a festival of heartache
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Miss executive desperation you only suck the
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Blood that's spilled
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Your macho imitation femininity is killed
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I pray that you don't feel no pain
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Only if it helps you learn
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But one look at her and you know
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That she's got it bad
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One look and the mirror shows
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I live as I want
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But she's got it bad
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She knows it
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It shows!
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She's Got It Bad
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Simply Red |