How could you let her touch you
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In a place you didn't want touched
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How could you let her get so close to you
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That she could kiss your neck
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And kiss it gently
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And kiss it gently
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And kiss it gently
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How could you take her number from her
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When you met her in that bar
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How could you offer her a drink
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And then the front seat of your car
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And kiss her gently
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And kiss her gently
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And kiss her hard
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How could you lie to me right to my face?
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How could your best friend's ex-girlfriend's
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Younger sister's mate, know before I did?
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Before I did
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Before I did
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How could you string me along for so long
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For just over eleven months
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How could I be so stupid and sublime
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You know I think I had a hunch
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About this anyway
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About this whole thing
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About this girl
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I thought that it was just a phase
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You were so distant and so cold
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I thought that it was just your age
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And the fear of getting old
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You acted different
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You were so different
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You were impatient
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And you lied to me right to my face
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And your best friend's ex-girlfriend's
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Younger sister's mate, knew before I did
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Before I did
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Before I did
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'Cause if you run into the eye of the storm
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To get round the back
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You better hit the floor
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'Cause screaming
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No, I can't take it
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I can't take it
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I can't take it anymore
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'Til your eyes and your mouth is sore
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Doesn't help anyone
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Doesn't do anything
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But you'd do something else
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If you only could
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And I wish I could grow up
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Wish I could be well behaved
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But every time I look him in the eye
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I send him to the grave
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And that pretty, pretty girl
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With her nice neat lips
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With your eyes on her chest
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And your hands on her hips
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This itch, this burn
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This pain, this strain
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Dealing, turned out
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That we don't need to
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Help it go away
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So that's what
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Leaving me
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The gift you gave him
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I can't take it
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I can't take it
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I can't take it anymore [x8]
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Early Christmas Present
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Kate Nash |