She asks, "What do we eat?" I say, "Pizza is fine." "Too much cheese." Okay, then give me a sign. "Maybe pasta?" — "We had that last week." "Chinese food?" Now I'm scared to speak. I say, "You choose!" — thought I'd get away. She says, "You never care!" — what can I say? So I bring her roses, stand at the door. She says, "What did you do? You never did before!" "Nothing, baby!" — now she's looking at me. "Then why the flowers? Who is she?" I got logic, got facts, got a bulletproof plan. Ten minutes later, I'm her number-one fan. I came to win, thought victory was near. Now I'm just nodding, "Yes, you're right, my dear!" Every single argument ends the same way: I start with "No" and finish with "Okay." I've got this feeling, Somebody's fighting, fighting with me. I've got this feeling, He wants to beat me, beat me, but he'll never win with me. Keep on talking, baby, Say what you like, I still won't agree. I've got this feeling, You'll never win an argument with me. Monday morning, half past seven, hey, "Are you listening?" — "Sure!" — "What did I say?" My brain goes blank, I take a guess — it's bad. "You look so great!" — and now she's mad. "Why today? Did I look bad before?" There's no right answer behind that door. In the car she says, "Turn right, you'll see." GPS says left — now World War Three! "The map says—" — "I know this place, I swear!" Five minutes later, we're who-knows-where. I keep my mouth shut, eyes straight ahead. Every single word's a minefield in my head. I try to stay calm, I try to play smart. One wrong sentence and we're back at the start. So if you see me smiling, quiet as can be, I'm in survival mode — believe me! I've got this feeling, Somebody's fighting, fighting with me. I've got this feeling, He wants to beat me, beat me, but he'll never win with me. Keep on talking, baby, Say what you like, I still won't agree. I've got this feeling, You'll never win an argument with me. Listen up, people, I found the key: Don't prove you're right, just let it be. I tried the facts, I tried the charm. "Technically speaking" — that did harm! Now when she talks, I know what to do: I smile, I nod: "Baby, you do you." But now she's frowning: "Why don't you fight?" Man, even silence isn't right! So whether I talk or stay real still, There ain't no winning... AND THERE NEVER WILL! I've got this feeling, Somebody's fighting, fighting with me. I've got this feeling, He wants to beat me, beat me, but he'll never win with me. Keep on talking, baby, Say what you like, I still won't agree. I've got this feeling, You'll never win an argument with me. You'll never win, You'll never win with me. Keep on talking, baby, I still won't agree. I've got this feeling, Somebody's fighting, fighting with me. I've got this feeling, You'll never win an argument with me. Okay, okay... You win. I know.
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