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Dollars and Sense
Thirty eight dollars and my wallet's clean.
So put your cards up, darling.
Two Kings, an ace and a diamond queen.
One card short- you should be crying.
But mascara doesn't run
Like blood after the smoking gun.
You've got bigger fish to fry,
You've got more important lies, tonight.
Don't bother faking how you feel about me.
If I wanted to ditch you,
It would have happened long ago.
I am not aching for the touch of your scent.
This is my revolution
I'm done waiting by my window.
Ten thirty eight and my alarm clock's ringing,
Please turn the light off when you leave.
Instead of talking in my sleep I'm softly singing.
I know my heart is not the only one on your sleeve.
So why bother to hide it?
I'm not forcing you to admit-
But false deceptions get kind of old,
Especially when they're as poor as all of yours.
But I don't blame you for playing the game-
If you cheat the way you gamble-
I guess you're lucky that the press don't know.
And I don't care to hear the names,
Of every man from every scandal,
Or how every second guy is, oh, so shallow.
Don't bother faking how you feel about me.
If I wanted to ditch you,
It would have happened long ago.
I am not aching for the touch of your scent.
This is my revolution
I'm done waiting by my window.
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