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Terry, won’t you tell me
What is your real name
I’d like for it to be Theresa
Just like my favorite saint
Just like my favorite saint
And I doubt you grew up Catholic
Or no longer are at least
But the way you’re askin' question
You oughta been a priest
You oughta been a priest
I never read the headlines
I always read the bylines
Cause it’s not what you know
It’s who told you so
It’s who told you so
I read you might blush
If I tell a dirty joke
But I bet you like martinis
And an after dinner smoke
And an after dinner smoke
I know your mother’s letters
Made men second guess
If those with most conviction
Were endowed with righteousness
Were endowed with righteousness
I never read the headlines
I always read the bylines
Cause it’s not what you know
It’s who told you so
It’s who told you so
Amanda, I know you’re picky
And probably a little prude
But I don’t want to sleep with you
I just want to try your food
I just want to try your food
So won’t you make us supper
And pour a cup of wine
I’ve heard about your husband
And I don’t want to meet him this time
I don’t want to meet him this time
I never read the headlines
I always read the bylines
Cause it’s not what you know
It’s who told you so
It’s who told you so