"Twenty Minutes" genre: Europop
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	When it comes to women, every man's a defendant in a futile case before a rigged and merciless jury.
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	Lyrics I gave in to all those useless flowered verses, Brainwashed by Neil Simon's heroines. I should've guessed I should've slept. I never should have listened. I should've known that no one ever thinks that quick. I feel like a child, You make me want to seem repugnant. But I'm on trial, A hanging jury of your fears. I know I'm beat. I know enough to plead the least of my offenses. I'll be right in. And there were times When you would smile the brilliant grin Of morning passion. My skinny arms couldn't hold you strong enough. But now there's times when you don't speak, And I can feel the tension building. I'll be outside, Come and find me when you're through.

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