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I'm a liar in the weekends, oh yeah I'm so tired on the Monday mornings So let me take a seat beside you Let's talk about what you like And what you don't like How we could make it work I'm coming down your alley And I'm right by your door I'm coming through your window I'm flat on your floor And she said "Why, why mister are you never at home?" Figure out this picture Cause it looks like it's wrong Well try to understand How I think you're more And it's a lot like business When you're 10 years old So pull me in and pull me out now, oh yeah So let me go and let me light another You think you've got me figured out now Well, no About what you like And what you don't like How I could make you go I'm coming down your alley And I'm right by your door I'm coming through your window I'm flat on your floor And she said "Why, why mister are you never at home?" Figure out this picture Cause it looks like it's wrong Well try to understand How I think you're more And it's a lot like business When you're 10 years old Oh, no Oh, no Oh I'm coming down your alley And I'm right by your door I'm coming through your window I'm flat on your floor And she said "Why, why mister are you never at home?" Figure out this picture Cause it looks like it's wrong Well try to understand How I think you're more And it's a lot like business When you're 10 years old It's a lot like business When you're 10 years old It's a lot like business When you're 10 years old Well now Well now, now, now, now |