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Baby, seasons change but people don't.
And I'll always be waiting in the back room.
I'm boring but over compensate with,
Headlines and flash flash flash photography.

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend.
Don't pretend.

We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.

They say your head can be a prison.
Then these are just conjugal visits.
People will dissect us till,
This doesn't mean a thing anymore.

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines. O-o-o-o-o.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend.
Don't pretend.

We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places. (Where are we?)
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don't fight fair.
(We don't fight fair.)
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.

We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places. (Where are we?)
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don't fight fair.
With smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don't fight fair
(Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.)
We don't fight fair.
(Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.)
We don't fight fair.