TV Girl - Taking What's Not Yours | KARAOKE


Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
And I don't really know 
if she cares or not
All I know is she left 
a lot of stuff
In my apartment she's never 
getting back
As her smell off a pillow fades
Her cigarettes might stay
Like a Roman Coliseum
A dry and worthless monument 
to our love
Ooh, I still have your lighter
Ooh, I still have your book
Ooh, I still have everything 
you brought
But you never took
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not 
a-not a crook-crook
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', takin' 
what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', takin' 
what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not—
And I don't really know 
if she knows or not
But I left some things 
in her jewelry box
And she's wearin' 
out my rings
Taking the compliments 
meant for me
And although I think 
I'll miss them
At least there's proof 
of my existence
A captive little soldier 
on her fingers
Deep behind enemy lines
Ooh, I still have your lighter
Ooh, I still have your book
Ooh, I still have everything 
you brought
But you never took
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm not 
a-not-not a-not-not a-I'm not 
a crook-crook-crook
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
My copy of Gravity's Rainbow
That she probably didn't read
And how about my Laura 
Nyro record
She probably threw away 
when she moved?
And how about the half 
a box of lentils
From when I cooked her food 
that she probably didn't use?
I wanna dedicate this jam
To all those things I left 
behind in girls' apartments
And various domiciles 
over the years
Sometimes you gotta leave 
in a hurry, man, 
what can I say?
Except I didn't forget 
about any of it
Takin' it all back, one day
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—
Thievin', stealin', 
takin' what's not yours
Takin' what's not yours, 
takin' what's not yours, 
is that—

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