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I make it half past six, you come at seven | Always try to keep me hanging round | You little spoilt thing, girl, you kept me waiting
I make it half past six, you come at seven Always try to keep me hanging round You little spoilt thing, girl, you kept me waiting Never contemplating my point of view This comes as no surprise I'm a fool for I believed your lies But now, I've seen through your disguise Who needs, well, I don't need, who needs you? ¡Oh, qué, qué! Oh, I believed you Went on my knees to you How I trusted you But you turned me down But it's dog eat dog in this rat race And it leaves you bleeding lying flat on your face Reaching out, reaching out for a helping hand (Where is that helping hand?) ¡Oh, muchachos! I like it, I like it Hmm-hmm, ooh-ooh Well, I don't need you How I was pushed around Don't let it get you down You walked all over me But don't you ever give in Taking one step forward, slipping two steps back There's an empty feeling that you can't forget Reaching out for a helping hand When I met you, you were always charming Couldn't sleep at night 'til you were mine You were, oh, so, so sophisticated Never interested in what I'd say I had to swallow my pride So naive, you took me for a ride But now, I'm the one to decide Who needs, well, I don't need, who needs you?
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