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Putting you in the shade I'm afraid All of those times when you were whipping me It took it's toll though it was hard to see I had a feeling that I'd come out tops There'd be a silver lining when I let you drop Dropping you in the drink I think Show me a farmer with a golden goose He makes sure that he never lets it loose Cos if he does then the eggs ain't laid Then the crops don't grow And the haystacks don't get made Cutting you to the quick 'cos you're sick And now you're ruing as you cross the street But it's too late now 'cos I'm off and I found my feet Pointed your gun at me just once too much My line of defence wasn't hard to judge And then you had to go and lose your smile And now you've lost me too 'cos your humours out of style Putting you in the shade I'm afraid |