Baby, seasons change but people don’t.
And I’m always there waiting in the back room.
I’m boring but over compsenate with,
Headlines and flash flash flash photography.
But don’t pretend you ever forget about me.
Don’t pretend you ever forget about me.
Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your way for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don’t pretend.
Don’t pretend.
(We don’t fight fair.)
We don’t fight fair.
Say, your head can be a prison.
and these are just conjugal visits.
People will dissect us till,
This doesn’t mean a thing anymore.
Don’t pretend you ever forget about me.
Don’t pretend you ever forget about me.
Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your way for fashion magazines. O-o-o-o-o.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don’t pretend.
Don’t pretend.
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places. (Woah.)
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don’t fight fair.
(We don’t fight fair.)
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places. (Woah.)
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don’t fight fair.
With smiles on our faces.
We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don’t fight fair
(Don’t pretend you ever forget about me.)
We don’t fight fair.
(Don’t pretend you ever forget about me.)
We don’t fight fair.
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