| I’ve seen a man cry, I’ve seen a man die inside
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| I’ve seen him say to me that he is only mine
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| That he gotta do what is best for him
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| Never let me in, not even begin
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| To tell me I’m the one under his moon and sun
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| That I am the thing that revolves around him
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| But while on top of him I know what’s best for him
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| I’ll show him how to win and let me in 'cause
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| I don’t wanna be your baby girl
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| I don’t wanna be your little pearl
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| I just wanna be what’s best for me
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| To be winding down with my own star under my own sun
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| We’re all sorry now, I didn’t mean to wow
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| Make you cry like that, it’s just a little spat
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| Still I want you to know, though I love you so
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| It’s mostly me dreaming, forcing, believing
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| That you’re an ideal, hell I never steal
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| But I stole you from, from another one
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| So take yourself and wrap around my little finger
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| 'cause that’s how it should swing
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| Why can’t he see, why can’t he see what’s inside of me, yeah…
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| don’t you, don’t you call me coochie-coo a little girl, now…
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| don’t you gaga goo no coochie-coo girl now I’m so much more,
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| can’t you see? |
| Can’t you see?
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| Look who’s writing now a token of their love
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| Can’t you see love that it’s just because
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| I wanted a cheap way to get inside your head
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| And not a cheap way to get inside your bed
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| Oh you’re running now, with that silly one
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| It’s all over now, this woman’s just begun
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| Maybe we’ll see about the will and the way
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| Butterflies return some day |