by Dean Friedman
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What are you crazy? How in the hell can you say what you just said?
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I was talking to myself. Shut the door and come to bed.
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By the way, I forgot to say, your endearing mother called today.
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Did you see Lisa?
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Yes I saw Lisa.
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Is that why...You're.. angry?
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I wasn't angry.
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Maybe a little.
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Not even maybe.
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Must be the weather.
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Now don't be a baby.
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We'll how am I supposed to feel with all the things you don't reveal and you can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.
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Would you like to talk about it?
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There's not much to say.
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We had lunch this afternoon. Her life's in disarray.
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She still goes around as if she is always stumbling off a cliff.
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Do you still want her?
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What are you saying?
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Do you still want her?
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Baby stop playing.
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Really, I mean it. Can you forget her?
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Baby, now stop it. You should know better.
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I know this is hard to do. But, there's no one for me but you and
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You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.
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Baby, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I have no alibis.
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I was acting like a fool and I apologize.
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Listen, hon', I know you're dumb, but that's O.K., you don't have to look so glum.
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Do you still love me?
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Yes, I still love you.
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You mean, you're not just being nice.
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No, I'm not just being nice.
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Do you feel sleepy.
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Aw, you're so sincere. Yes, I feel sleepy.
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Well, slide over here. 'Cause I may not be all that bright, but I know how to hold you tight and,
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You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are and
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You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are and
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We can thank our lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.
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Lucky Stars
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Dean Friedman |