She had her mind made up just like her face She painted in the lines and shadows She shaded color in that would express The lonely mood that follows Love, short and painful and tidy lies in self-defense She just told a thing or two to the King of Confidence You said that he could tell her anything She even held him when he was crying And made her feel she was the only one You knew that he was lying when he said he was lying Love is short and painful, that she finally made sense Of the love he had for the one and only King of Confidence It's hard enough to be your lover, let alone your confidant You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want It's just another tawdry morning now another tarnished farewell Your body's tired and complaining now But you're too tore down to tell Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence It's hard enough to be your lover, let alone your confidant You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want It's just another tawdry morning now another tarnished farewell Your body's tired and complaining now But you're too tore down to tell Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence I spent years in a couple of days as the King of Confidence
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