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You've been running with a new crowd honey
It's double-denim on a downtown train
You got the beat, you heard the news
You're only happy when it rains
They take the high road, but you take the fast lane
Never picked you for a part-time waitress
Counting out your change on the side
But if you don't like the red dress honey
Paint it black and cut it down to size
They're good for the money but, you're good for a good time
So go ahead and choose your best excuses
Let me read between the lines
And it's your best friend's or the bowling lanes
It don't come as no surprise
You're slowly burning through your alibis
Always said you were a smooth-mover, straight-shooter, keeping the faith
With your coffee cup full of cigarette butts
Now you won't trust what the TV people say
You work for the weekend, just to sleep through the Sunday
So go ahead and choose your best excuses
Like you've got something to prove
And it's your best friend's or the bowling lanes
What've you got to lose
When you're sleeping on a sofa on a sunny afternoon
In those dreams what do you do
WRITERS
Guy Davis
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