You got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart
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You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark
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In the shape of Canada
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That you try to keep a secret
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You got a quick clack walk and a cold hard stare
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And if your eyes could talk they'd say they just don't care
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Before they wander off
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To hide inside their sockets
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You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
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You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
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You've got your secrets
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You've got your regrets
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Darling, we all do
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You got a fool-proof plan for a lonely life
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You won't be no one's daughter and no drunk man's wife
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If a wife at all
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It's a silly institution
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Or so you keep insisting
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You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
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You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
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You've got your secrets
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You've got your regrets
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Darling, we all do
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You're cool coy, 'bout to stroll, very hip
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It's you that's hidden by the expectations
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We want to see you, won't you show us where to start?
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You're talking trash with your red liquor lips
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It's you that tickle in the conversation
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Sweet Betty, won't you show us who you are?
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You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks
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You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
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You've got your secrets
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You've got your regrets
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Darling, we all do
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You've got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart
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Betty
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Brooke Fraser |