I wouldn't even talk to you
Call me on a Sunday
Wasn't it just last year we were in the very
Eighty-Six Charlie came over
He asked me for a favor
Asked me
Lighten up, Baby
Things will never be this bad again
You could
When the lights go out
In your building
I will call you
Saying,
Here I go again
I told her, "No"
She comes around again
I
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