| Well, well, gettin' to know you so well…
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| Well, well, gettin' to know you so well…
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| Well, well, gettin' to know you so well…
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| Well, well, gettin' to know you so well…
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| She must’ve read my mind — How could she know?
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| …what I’m thinkin' at all times? |
| I never told
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| How could she know?
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| Always just a step behind — How could she know?
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| She must have a spy workin' on the inside…
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| Is it just suspicion? |
| Or woman’s intuition?
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| I can’t tell, but, it takes one to know one
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| And she know me too well…
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| Is it just suspicion? |
| Or woman’s intuition?
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| I can’t tell, but, it takes one to know one
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| And she know me too well… She know me too well…
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| Followin' me at night. |
| How could she know?
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| She’s a better pimp than I, keepin' up with her lies —
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| How could she know?
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| Is it just suspicion? |
| Or woman’s intuition?
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| I can’t tell, but, it takes one to know one
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| And she know me too well… She know me too well…
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| Is it just suspicion? |
| Or woman’s intuition?
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| I can’t tell, but, it takes one to know one
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| And she know me too well…
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| Well, well, gettin' to know you so well…
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| Well, well, gettin' to know you so well…
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| Well, well, gettin' to know you so well…
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| Well, well, gettin' to know you so well…
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| The numbers and the names — How could she know?
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| Unless she’s been doin' the same, beatin' me at my own game?
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| How could she know?
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| Is it just suspicion? |
| Or woman’s intuition?
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| I can’t tell, but, it takes one to know one
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| And she know me too well… She know me too well…
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| Is it just suspicion? |
| Ooh, or woman’s intuition?
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| I can’t tell, but, it takes one to know one
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| And she know me too well… She know me too well… |