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- Every time I'm
Taking a boat out of St. Tropez
I seem to think of you
Guess I'm just thinkin' of
The way you went
So suddenly
Maybe someone made you believe
That if you were a little more like me
I'd stick aro-und
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Does that make you faith?
Does that make you saint?
If you died in your bed at home
Does that make me home?
Does that make you dead?
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
Last time I
Came out of St. Tropez
Some sick voice told me I
Think you need to say goodbye
'Cause if you don't watch out
She's gonna be really pissed off
Fettin' on the French
Back of a moped
Thirty-seven
Thirty-eight
Was that my bid?
I folded out
And your inheritance
Is dying on the vine
Where it soaked up all the sadness
Good fortune left behind
And everyone we met while
Putting grandma in the grave
Looked like they were the ones
That needed to be saved
Does that make you faith?
Does that make you saint?
You're the sacrificial lamb
So I'm gonna get glammed
And open up the doors
But I'm not sure
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
I am havin' the time of my life
I don't wanna be on a table with you
I am havin' the time of my life
I hope that you can remem-ber two
You
You
You
You
You
You
You
Ohoho
You
And you
How could you not care about anything
When you look like that?
How could you not care about anything
When it shows we've got so much to lose?
I love the beach
But I don't wanna end up like Pamela
But I gotta tell ya
I'm watchin' everyone watchin' you watchin' me
Suddenly I just wanna get up outta here
Does that make you faith?
Does that make you saint?
May-be you're just hatin' on something that you ain't