She says what has her daddy done
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That you want him to be punished
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When she woke up one day to find
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That he was starting to vanish
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But _if you hope_ (?) to hear voices
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You know you should not be listening
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Push the vigilant lips
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Make a slice of her face
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Said the scandalous whispering
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She's not on her own with the rest of her riches
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As the kids tear down the refrigerator pictures
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She picks up the bills and pays the babysitter
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'Cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter
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And once there was a time
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Before you turned strange
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She thought they'd be together
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For more than a lifetime
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Look at them now
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My, how things have changed
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He can tell his sweetheart
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Out of any girl on just a whiff
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And turn it from a candy to a caramel
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And make her hate the silouette she used to feel
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And say "I know nothing about you."
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Now what's left of the birthday cake
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Smeared and beautifully frosted
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An absent father picks up the phone
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To find the number's unlisted
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While the kids are distracted
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She'll notice _she's nervous at all_ (?)
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But how long will it take
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Not to make a mistake
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When a gentleman comes to call
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She's not on her own with the rest of her riches
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As the kids tear down their refrigerator pictures
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They already know how a woman may advance
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From a pretty picture hat to a supermarket trance
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Where it is unkind, she might as well forget it
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'Cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter
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Burnt sugar is so bitter
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Burnt sugar
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Burnt sugar
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Burnt sugar
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Burnt Sugar Is So Bitter
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Elvis Costello |