| My eyes were sad
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| And my fingers were mad
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| As I wrote this letter that said
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| 'I wish you the best in your new royal address
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| And I wish that he were dead'
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| Guess you don’t mind that he’s got a wife
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| And a mistress already in place
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| You just throw back your hair
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| And you’ll say you don’t care
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| When you hide that look on your face
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| You used to have such a pretty little smile
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| Yeah, but look at you now
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| Yeah, but look at you now
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| He’s a better man now that you’re holding his hand
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| Now that he’s got yours to keep
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| Oh, and I hope you can feel your someone who needs you
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| When it comes for your turn to eat
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| And so it seems his rich accent must mean that he’s a bit brighter than me
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| Oh, and I guess he won’t lie through the whites in his eyes
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| Or the gap in the front of his teeth
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| You used to have such a pretty little smile
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| Yeah, but look at you now
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| Yeah, but look at you now
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| Well, if I had to guess
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| I would not be impressed
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| By the cups of tea he can drink
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| No, 'cause the fatter he gets from those caviar chips
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| Is the faster your ship starts to sink
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| Oh, and I guess I can’t blame you
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| If I had to shame you
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| With the things I’ve done since you left town
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| Probably have to tell your new lover
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| Fetch a pail of water
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| For your building crumbling down
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| You used to have such a pretty little smile
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| Yeah, but look at you now
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| Yeah, but look at you now
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| I screamed at your letter
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| For half an hour
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| Screamed til my throat was sore
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| And I lost my voice when he lost your choice
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| Don’t ever come knock on my door
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| You used to have such a pretty little smile
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| Yeah, but look at you now
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| Honey, look at you now
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| Oh, look at you now
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| Look at you now
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| Look at you now
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| Oh, look at you now
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| Look at you now
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| Look at you now |