I said I said I said
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I would cater to your ego and fold my hands in
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prayer for your religion
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if you would love me and walk me every day
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You said, you said, you said.
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You would not let your indecision get
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in the way of my night but you still managed
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to bring your bad temper
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to my little show
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I can not walk in these shoes
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They hurt my toes
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I can not stay in your grip
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You hurt my nose
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because you squeeze too hard let go of my head
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They said, they said, they said
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I should get a hobby like learn
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how to play the accordion
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to sell some of my records
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but my fingers
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can't keep up
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I can not walk in these shoes
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They hurt my toes
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I can not stay in your grip
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You hurt my nose
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because you squeeze too hard let go of my head
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These Shoes
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Maria Mena |