Bad Cover Version

The word's on the street
 You've found someone new
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 If he looks nothing like me
 I'm so happy for you
 I heard an old girlfriend
 Has turned to the church
 She's trying to replace me
 But it'll never work
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 'Cause every touch reminds you of
 Just how sweet it could have been
 And every time he kisses you
 It leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine
 A bad cover version of love
 Is not the real thing
 
 Bikini-clad girl on the front
 Who invited you in?
 Such great disappointment
 When you got him home
 The original was so good
 The one you no longer own
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 And every touch reminds you of
 Just how sweet it could have been
 And every time he kisses you
 You get the taste of saccharine
 It's not easy to forget me
 It's so hard to disconnect
 When it's electronically reprocessed
 To give a more life-like effect
 Ah, sing your song
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 About all the sad imitations
 That got it so wrong
 It's like a later "Tom & Jerry"
 When the two of them could talk
 Like the Stones since the Eighties
 Like the last days of Southfork
 Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV
 The second side of "'Til the Band Comes In"
 Like an own-brand box of cornflakes
 He's going to let you down my friend