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[04:11.00]If your hair was a call to arms
[04:11.00]And your legs were what skirts are for
[04:11.00]Then your mouth was a red alert
[04:11.00]But your eyes were an act of war
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[04:11.00]That I needed a nurse and a mother
[04:11.00]I needed an open-minded whore
[04:11.00]I needed a barmaid and a lover
[04:11.00]Someone to stand between me and the floor
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[04:11.00]But when we attacked, it was never swiftly
[04:11.00]We must have been locked in combat for years
[04:11.00]A new hardwood floor was a perfect battleground
[04:11.00]So I'll suppose the bullets were our tears
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[04:11.00]Well okay, I know we threw some things about
[04:11.00]And I'm sure that you got in a punch or two
[04:11.00]And is it true when your comrade's been asking
[04:11.00]If I'm the sort of man who could ever sink to hit you too
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[04:11.00]Why does she always have bruises?
[04:11.00]They'd be much happier apart
[04:11.00]The fact is, you've always been clumsy
[04:11.00]Be it with tables at your work or with my heart