Even Stevens

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I won't lie

I don't like you whispering that way

It's your turn

It's your turn of phrase

That gives you away

The games we play

One to you in the afternoon

And one to me in the evening

Seven years of scrabble

And we're even Stevens

Come on

Your complaining is getting on my nerves

At least

At last

You're completely lost for words

Did you forget what you deserve

One to you in the afternoon

And one to me in the evening

Seven years of scrabble

And we're even Stevens

I know it's a consequence

Of clinging to consonants

But P R L N Q F space

Spells trouble to me

To do to

To do to

To do to

To do to

Come on

To do to

Come on

To do to

Come on

To do to

Come on