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Baby, seasons change but people donīt.
And Iīll always be waiting in the back room.
Iīm boring but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.
But donīt pretend you ever forgot about me.
Donīt pretend you ever forgot about me.
Wouldnīt you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Donīt pretend, d-d-d-donīt pretend.
We donīt fight fair.
We donīt fight fair.
They say your head can be a prison.
Then these are just conjugal visits.
People will dissect us till
This doesnīt mean a thing anymore.
Donīt pretend you ever forgot about me.
Donīt pretend you ever forgot about me.
Wouldnīt you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Donīt pretend, d-d-d-donīt pretend.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
Weīre dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
Weīre dropped and well concealed in secret places
We donīt fight fair.
We donīt fight fair.
We donīt fight fair.
We donīt fight fair.
We donīt fight fair.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
Weīre dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
Weīre dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We donīt fight fair.
With smiles on our faces.
Weīre dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We donīt fight fair.
Donīt pretend you ever forgot about me.
We donīt fight fair.
Donīt pretend you ever forgot about me.
We donīt fight fair.