When Tom came home his hair was combed
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He bought snakeskin boots in Rome
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That's not like him
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His socks are clean, his shirt is pressed
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It isn't just the way he's dressed
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He smiles out of context and acts so polite
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He's staying at his cousin's overnight
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The protein shakes, that's not like him
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The carrot cakes, that's not like him
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The oatbran flakes, that's not like him
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And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night
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Oh, that's not like him
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He whispers on the telephone
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He goes out smelling of cologne
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That's not like him
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It's just a superficial thing
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But he's misplaced his wedding ring
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He's become quite a connoisseur of wine
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He's quoting Yeats and Gertrude Stein
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The Soho pub, that's not like him
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The racquet club, that's not like him
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Those books on love, that's not like him
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And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night
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Oh, that's not like him
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I caught a glimpse of Tom today
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At a checkout counter, about to pay
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He had a girl on his arm
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I'm glad he's helping out the poor
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It's not like the Tom I knew before
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Something so touching it made me cry
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But my heart was racing, I don't know why
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Those new blue suede shoes, that's not like him
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The Ray Ban shades, that's not like him
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Those downtown ways, that's not like him
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And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night
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Oh, that's not like him
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The red suspenders, that's not like him
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The berries in the blender, that's not like him
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Those twelve step groups, that's not like him
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And Guadeloupe, that's not like him
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Those books on Zen, that's not like him
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The Karate classes, that's not like him
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The fishing gear, that's not like him
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Not like him, That's not like him
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It's Not Like Them
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| Carly Simon |
