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By tommy boyce and bobby hart |
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I've been standing on the corner all day |
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Tryin' to think of little things to say |
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'cause she walks by ev'ry day about this time |
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And i don't think, i'll ever get her off of my mind. |
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Well i only met her 'bout a week ago |
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But the way she smiles let me know |
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That she could see that maybe we were two of a kind. |
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And i don't think i'll ever get her off of my mind. |
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Oh she's so pretty i couldn't believe |
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She'd ever look my way |
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But the way i'm feeling |
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I'm gonna be stealing |
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That little girl's heart today. |
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Well, i'm so happy i could almost fly |
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And i guess you know the reason why, |
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I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine. |
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And i don't think i'll ever get her off of my mind. |
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Oh she's so pretty i couldn't believe |
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She'd ever look my way |
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But the way i'm feeling |
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I'm gonna be stealing |
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That little girl's heart today. |
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Well, i'm so happy i could almost fly |
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And i guess you know the reason why, |
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I'm walkin' down the street with her little hand in mine. |
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And i don't think i'll ever get her off of my mind. |
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And i don't think i'll ever get her off of my mind. |
