If you move into my life and take over my soul
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Charm all my friends and play the rescuer role
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Let me quit my job to go on your dole
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And make your approval my ultimate goal,
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I will begin to shrink back into the corner of my own skin
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Until I'm so small and pink that no one would see me
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even if they got in -
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Your enormous index finger would be probing to find me
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As I darted between the walls of my own personality
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Which would be changing as I left most of it behind me
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Disappearing into a new reality...
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And when you tried to trot me out to show me to your friends
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They'd say "What girlfriend? We don't see any girlfriend."
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As you open the door of your Mercedes Benz
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Now you got the oyster you don't need the pearl when
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You can have my beautiful smile
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That wonderfully elegant style
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All my show business connections
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Both of my cats affections
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The clothes you bought me are yours
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That Timex watch endures
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My good relationship with your mom
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My ability to remain calm,
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But here I'd be like a dead person looking down
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On the cemetery where they placed a stone
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With a name on it like Jane Smith or John Brown
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That I no longer recognized as my own
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Hold me tight and I'll just shed my skin, slither away,
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no matter what's happenin'.
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The Snake
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The Roches |