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I time my day and plan my route for a glimpse of your shoes |
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But I do not see if you see me |
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I stare at the floor as you move through the door |
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But I won't suffer at all if I don't catch your eye |
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And there's no chance of this with all your fingers in pies |
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So you don't see anything, anything, honey |
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And I don't feel anything, anything, anything |
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And on my way each day I think of all the things I could say |
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To make you see how nice I can be |
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But then you come my way and I've nothing to say |
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But I won't suffer if I don't say anything bad |
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So I'll keep my mouth closed though it's making me sad |
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And you don't hear anything, anything, honey |
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And I don't feel anything, anything |
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But if I touched your hand would you understand |
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That it's me that you need, while I wait patiently? |
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But I won't suffer if I keep my hands to myself |
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Though you're slipping away while I'm nailed to the shelf |
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And you could have anyone, anyone, honey |
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You'll probably have everyone, everyone, honey |
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While I dream of only one, only one, only one |
