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Lyricist: Aimee Mann
Lyrics:
He's a serious mister Shake his hand and he'll twist your arm With Monopoly money We'll be buying the funny farm So I'll do flips, and get paid in chips From a diamond as big as the Ritz
Then I'm calling it quits Calling it quits
Eyes the color of candy Lies to cover the handicap Though your slippers are ruby You'll be led to the booby trap And there's no prize Just a smaller size So I'm wearing the shoe 'till it fits
Then I'm calling it quits Yes, I'm calling it quits Yes, I'm calling it quits
Now he's numbering himself among the masterminds Calling it quits 'Cause he's hit upon the leverage of valentines Calling it quits Lifting dialogue from Judy Garland story lines Where get-tough girls turn into gold mines
All those Polaroid babies Taking chances with rabies Happy to tear me to bits
Well, I'm calling it quits Yes, I'm calling it quits Yes, I'm calling it quits Yes, I'm calling it quits Yes, I'm calling it quits Yes, I'm calling it quits Now he's numbering himself among the masterminds Yes, I'm calling it quits 'Cause he's hit upon the leverage of valentines Yes, I'm calling it quits Now he's numbering himself among the masterminds 'Cause he's hit upon the leverage of valentines
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