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Girl, girl, girl, girl (do) |
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(Do) You mind? (girl...) |
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(Girl...) (do...) (you mind?...) |
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Do you mind? Excuse me |
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I saw you over there |
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Can I just tell you |
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Although there are millions of |
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Cephalophores that wander through this world |
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You've got something extra going on |
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I think you probably know |
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You probably get that a lot |
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I'll bet that people say that a lot to you, girl |
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The way you swing your head |
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While strolling fancy free |
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Or melting down some army guys |
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To make green tea |
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Though there are millions of |
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Cephalophores that wander through this world |
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You've got something extra going on |
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I think you probably know |
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You probably already know |
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You act like I am stating the obvious |
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It's the way you swing your head |
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While strolling fancy free |
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Or melting down some army guys |
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To make green tea |
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As the headless horseman said to his associate |
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The bodiless baboonsman cradled in his arms |
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Although millions of cephalophores |
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Are marching past my door |
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They're invisible to me |
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Except for one cephalophore |
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You probably get that a lot |
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I'll bet that people say that a lot while you |
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Are sarcastically lip-syncing along |
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To words they felt were spoken spontaneously |
