| This is the place where I made my best mistakes
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| This is the place even angels don’t understand
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| I’ve seen the disappointment in her face
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| And the collection of engagement rings on her right hand
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| She sits alone apart from the crowd
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| In a white dress she wears like a question mark
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| Friends speak of her fondly
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| Enemies just think out loud
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| You think you’re man enough to please her
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| And you’re fool enough to start
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| But you’re not going to do a thing
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| To our little angel
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| There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight
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| That tomorrow won’t change
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| Now the cabaret is frozen and the laughter comes in cans
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| And the lonely hearts club clientele
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| Don’t know what to do with their hands
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| You think that you’ll be sweet to her but everybody knows
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| That you’re the marshmallow valentine that got stuck on her clothes
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| But you’re not going to do a thing
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| To our little angel
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| There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight
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| That tomorrow won’t change
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| So you mix your drinks and words
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| You make bad jokes you make bad time
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| The floors are there to walk over
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| The walls are there to climb
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| You swear that you’ll never go back again once you’re inside
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| You’re never the bridegroom she’s always the bride
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| And you’re not going to do a thing
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| To our little angel
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| There’s nothing you’re thinking tonight
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| That tomorrow won’t change
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| You’ll come in a sweetheart and you’ll
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| Go out a stranger
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| Well you try to love her but she’s so contrary
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| Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary
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| So get your mind off the sweet behind of our little angel
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| You’re not going to do a thing
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| You’re not going to do a thing
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| You’re not going to do a thing to our little angel |