| Some people got no style
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| I guess you’ve fooled them for a while
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| But now you’re running out of luck, my friend
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| You need to know what you’re doing
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| And exactly who you’re fooling
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| Or it hits you right back in the head
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| All that tough talk
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| You’ll have to eat those words in the end
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| Watch your step, kid
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| You might just need those legs again
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| There you go again, a phony to the end
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| But you’re not gonna get that far
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| Climbing those monkey bars
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| There you go again, a phony to the end
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| But you’re not gonna get that far
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| Climbing those monkey bars
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| You know it wasn’t exactly pretty
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| The way it all hit me
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| Like a lift hook right in the eye
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| You and your affair with the friends
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| It’s all fake and pretend
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| You’re just a four-faced chic in a hide
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| All that tough talk
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| You’ll have to eat those words in the end
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| Watch your step, kid
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| You might just need those legs again
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| There you go again, a phony to the end
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| But you’re not gonna get that far
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| Climbing those monkey bars
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| There you go again, a phony to the end
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| But you’re not gonna get that far
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| Climbing those monkey bars
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| You gotta keep it well hidden
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| What you did and what you didn’t
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| Or it comes back like a bad surprise
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| You need to know who you’re kidding
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| And exactly where you fit in
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| Better keep track of all your lies
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| There you go again, a phony to the end
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| But you’re not gonna get that far
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| Climbing those monkey bars
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| There you go again, a phony to the end
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| But you’re not gonna get that far
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| Climbing those monkey bars
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| There you go again, a phony to the end
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| But you’re not gonna get that far
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| Climbing those monkey bars |