Do the bad thing,
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Take off your wedding ring,
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But it wont make it that much easier, it might make it worse,
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Oh the nights like a whirlwind,
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Somebody's girlfriend's talkin' to me but its alright,
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She's sayin that hes not gonna slap me or try to attack me,
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Hes not the jealous type,
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And I ony need to get half an excuse and im away,
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But when theres no excuses thats much easier to say,
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I've been before,
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And all these capers make her too forward to ignore,
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Well She's talkin but im not entirely sure, ohh
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Do the bad thing,
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Take off your wedding ring,
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But it wont make it that much easier, it might make it worse,
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Oh im stood at the bar and somebody's partner's talkin to me,
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But I dont know that is what she isnt she murmors things to confirm That the
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tragedy is true,
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And I knew 'how could she could have anyone she wants,
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And im strugglin to think of an immediate response,
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Like I dont mind,
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Be a big mistake,
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For you to wait,
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And let me waste your time,
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Really love its fine,
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Really love its fine,
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And then the first time it occured that there was something to destroy,
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I knew before the invitation that there was this ploy,
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Oh but she carried on suggestin, a struggle to refuse,
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She said "its the red wine this time, but that is no excuse"
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The Bad Thing
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