The lights were low but I was lower
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The radio was playing somewhere else
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The room was full of surface tension
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I was only thinking ‘bout myself
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No baby I
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No baby I
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No baby I don’t want to see you hurt
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You got them tears they fall like pearls
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Blame it on gravity, yeah
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Blame it on being a girl
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The room was full of undertakers
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Movers and martini shakers gone
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The reaper left at 7:30
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Took off in a taxi with a blonde
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The difference between us
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Is way down on the inside
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It’s very tricky business
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No baby I
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No baby I
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No baby I don’t want to see you hurt
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You got them tears
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They fall like pearls
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Blame it on gravity, yeah
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Blame it on being a girl
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Blame it on gravity, yeah
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Blame it on being a girl
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Here’s a toast to no good Friday
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I was bound to do it my way wrong
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Strum it on a telecaster
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Sing it like a train disaster song
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The difference between us
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Is way down on the inside
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And it’s very tricky business
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No baby I
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No baby I
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No baby I don’t want to see you hurt
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You got them tears they fall like pearls
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Blame it on gravity, yeah
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Blame it on being a girl
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Blame it on gravity, yeah
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Blame it on being a girl
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No Baby I
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| Old 97's |
