| You pulled up at the house at half past seven
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| In your ‘69 Impala, shook hands with my father
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| And we stopped off at the drug store by the drive-in
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| For some Trojans and a six-pack
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| Still, your eyes kept wandering back to her
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| It’s always her
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| So let’s get one thing straightened out here, sir
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| If you think you’re seeing double
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| Let me save you some trouble
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| This ain’t no two-for-one bargain here, mister
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| ‘Cause I’m much more than just twice shy
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| I’ve had enough two-timing guys
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| Who only want me ‘cause they want my sister
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| My eyes are just as blue as hers, my hair is just as fine
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| And the tattoo on her lower back’s exactly just like mine
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| But if you look beneath the surface
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| We’re as different as can be
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| ‘Cause there’s just one heart that beats for you
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| And that heart belongs to me
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| And not to her
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| It’s always her
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| So let’s get one thing straight if I’m your girl
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| If you think you’re seeing double
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| Let me save you some trouble
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| This ain’t no two-for-one bargain here, mister
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| ‘Cause I’m much more than just twice shy
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| I’ve had enough two-timing guys
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| Who only want me ‘cause they want my sister
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| And if tomorrow you should die
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| My sister would not bat an eye
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| She doesn’t even know your name
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| She’s going with some other guy
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| As long as she is still around
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| I’ll always have a trace of doubt
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| I need to know your love is real, but how?
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| We’re all dressed up, the flowers sure are pretty
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| Mother pays her last respects
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| I look around, no one suspects
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| That it was me who put the Drano in her coffee
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| And now that she is underground
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| I’ll know that you’re not hanging ‘round
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| For her no
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| Not for her
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| And now I’ll know your love is true for sure
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| If you think you’re seeing double
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| Let me save you some trouble
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| This ain’t no two-for-one bargain here, mister
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| ‘Cause I’m much more than just twice shy
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| I’ve had enough two-timing guys
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| Who only want me ‘cause they want my sister
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| It pains my heart to think of her
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| A rotting, stinking, maggot-infested
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| Bloated, and pus-oozing corpse beneath the earth
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| You can’t imagine just how much I miss her
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| But now I know you want me, not my sister |