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Fresh out of school the young girl lose the sound |
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She's gonna go where the young bands hang around |
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And it's still to right with a voice inside |
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She's screaming, dreaming |
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And there's no disguise when you look in her eyes she's scheming |
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I'm thinking about the boys |
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She's thinking about the boys |
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Thinking about the boys |
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There in the dark he starts to touch her hair |
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Others go round but right now you don't care |
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Well you just don't fight when they're holding you tight |
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That feeling, feeling |
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Well it looks to good and he's making it so appealing |
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I'm thinking about the boys |
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Thinking about the boys |
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Thinking about the boys |
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Still feeling ground as she goes to make the kill |
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Watching her move the world is standing still |
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Cos its still too right with a voice inside |
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You screaming, dreaming |
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And there's no disguise when you look in their eyes she's scheming |
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I'm thinking about the boys |
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Thinking about the boys |
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Thinking about the boys |
