| He’s a tall drink of gin
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| With a world-weary grin
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| And he always says just what he means
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| Even as he draws you nearer
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| Sees himself in the mirror
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| I think, «How did he get in those jeans?»
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| Yeah, yeah
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| You know I met him at a distance
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| Required no assistance
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| To want to make Bobby my own
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| Then he opened up his mouth
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| Things quickly went south
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| Now, how do I make Bobby go home?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| And now you get to be excused
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| Of all the childish abuse
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| But I still stand accused
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| You know it doesn’t even matter now
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| Although I may be shameless
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| This time I know I’m blameless
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| Yet somehow I’m still on the hook
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| 'Cause when a breakup’s on the table
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| The lady’s always called «unstable»
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| So don’t go givin' me that look
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| Yeah, yeah
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| And now you get to be excused
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| Of all the childish abuse
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| But I still stand accused
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| I really thought that I had learned the game
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| You were my four-leaf clover
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| You make a move and then I do the same
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| I should have taken it much, much slower
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| It should have ended before it was over
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| And now you get to be excused
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| Of all the childish abuse
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| But I still stand accused
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| And now you get to be excused
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| Of all the childish abuse
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| But I still stand accused
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| You know it doesn’t even matter now |