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When you grow tired (grow tired, grow tired) of my songs,

Then just listen (just listen, just listen) where you long,

To the radio’s sound (radio, radio), if you please—

If my flowers bore you, buy your own bouquets with ease.

Go buy yourself (yourself, yourself) some candy sweet,

And another bottle of wine to treat.

'Cause I can see (I can see, I can see), it's clearly true,

I just can't seem to ever please you (please you, please you).

Time goes by (goes by, goes by),

But you still chase a different high.

And what you want, I wish I knew—

But it’s not something I can do.

Read a book (a book, a book) at dawn,

About love, with the light turned on.

Maybe then you’ll look my way—

You know I could win you back someday.

I’ll be craving (craving, craving) some meat,

And of course, some wine to treat.

Without these, I swear it’s true,

I can hardly get through to you.

Just last night, I asked my neighbor,

“How can I regain her favor?”

He said, “Quit the flowers too—

She’s not touched by what you do.”

He added, “Stop with the wine—

Without it, you might do fine.

Without gifts and fancy brew,

Maybe she’ll see the real you.”

All those tips (those tips, those tips) sound so strange,

From the neighbor next to our range.

But to win back your delight,

Guess I’ll try them

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