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I met someone today
Who changed the way I think
She helped me to get drunk
Although I never drink

She said, "Love is not a game
To be entered in by fools
You have to know the score
You have to know the rules
When you're on the streets of love
Oh, when you're on the streets of love

You better be insincere
You better be insincere
You better be insincere
You better be insincere."

She showed me her room
When the sunlight never shown
Showed me to her bed
And the sheets she laid upon

Covered with the stains
Of a love that wouldn't die
Some beside her face
And some between her thighs
When you're on the streets of love
Oh, when you're on the streets of love

You better be insincere
You better be insincere
You better be insincere
You better be insincere

Then she said to me
"You're such a boy
Full of marvels and fears
But you know philosophy
Only gives you bigger tears
If you find the answer tonight
Standing 'round in any bar
I'd let you fuck her if I thought you could get hard
Is what I mean
Don't argue with me."

I give all that you must
And then some for myself
I left her in her room
Wrapped up in herself
And covered with the marks
Of a love she couldn't deny
Beside her face
And right between her thighs
When you're on the streets of love
Oh, when you're on the streets of love

You better be insincere
You better be insincere
You better be insincere
You better be insincere

Text přidal Sebasti

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