J'en ai marre with your theatrics,
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Your acting's a drag,
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It's ok on TV, but you can turn it off,
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Your marriage is a tragedy,
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But it's not my concern,
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I'm very superficial I hate everything official,
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Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2)
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Your sentimental gestures only bore me to death,
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You've made a desperate appeal, now save your breath,
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Attachment to obligation, through guilt and regret, shit that's so wet
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And your sex life complications are not my fascinations,
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Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) Oh!
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You asked my advice I say use the door,
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But you're still clinging to somebody you deplore,
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And now you wanna use me for emotional blackmail,
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I just feel pity when you lie, contempt when you cry,
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Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) Oh!
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Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x8)
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Private Life
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| Grace Jones |
