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A third party at a table for two
I'm sorry I don't mean to intrude
But it was me and you before you met her
And all the love songs you wrote for me
(You) stuck her name where mine used to be
But my name in them fit the rhythm better

I'd go if you had a ride
And I'd smoke if you had a light
And I fall every time for this

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But love is trippy like that
Sometimes you think that you've got it
Nobody's gonna trick you outta this one, baby
But love will slip through your hands
You never know how to hold it
Control it, you're gripping
It's tripping you up

Says the woman who sings at the bar
This is for you, you know who you are
I was you once, looking for someone I never found
She paints in a low smoky voice
Pictures of bruises, bad days and boys
And how they stood her up just to let her down

She'd win if you were the prize
(She) gives in to all of your lies
She falls every time for this

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For all of the girls who feel like they're overdressed
Undersexed, starving for yesses or maybes
Tired of always being ignored
He might see the available chair
Beside me, the invitation is there
But I'm not the kind of scratch he's itching for

I'd go if you had a ride
I'd smoke if you had a light
I fall every time for this

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A third party at a table for two   I'm sorry I don't mean to intrude   But it was me and you before you met her   And all the love songs you wrote for me   (You) stuck her name where mine used to be   But my name in them fit the rhythm better      I'd go if you had a ride   And I'd smoke if you had a light   And I fall every time for this      CHORUS:   But love is trippy like that   Sometimes you think that you've got it   Nobody's gonna trick you outta this one, baby   But love will slip through your hands   You never know how to hold it   Control it, you're gripping   It's tripping you up      Says the woman who sings at the bar   This is for you, you know who you are   I was you once, looking for someone I never found   She paints in a low smoky voice   Pictures of bruises, bad days and boys   And how they stood her up just to let her down      She'd win if you were the prize   (She) gives in to all of your lies   She falls every time for this      CHORUS      For all of the girls who feel like they're overdressed   Undersexed, starving for yesses or maybes   Tired of always being ignored   He might see the available chair   Beside me, the invitation is there   But I'm not the kind of scratch he's itching for      I'd go if you had a ride   I'd smoke if you had a light   I fall every time for this      CHORUS