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I see you every day |
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Walking down the avenue |
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I'd like to get to know you |
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But all I do is smile at you |
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Oh, baby When it comes to talking |
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My tongue gets so tight |
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This sidewalk love affair |
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Has got me high as a kite |
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Yeah, yeah, there's something |
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Bout you, baby, |
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I like Well, |
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I'm a slow walker |
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But, girl, |
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I'd race a mile for you |
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Just to get there in time |
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For my peek-a-boo rendezvous |
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Well, maybe it's the way you |
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Wear you're blue jeans so tight |
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I can't put my finger on |
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What you're doing right |
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Yeah, yeah, there's something |
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Bout you, baby, |
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I like Yeah, yeah, there's something |
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Bout you, baby, |
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I like Well, |
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I'm standing on a corner |
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Smiling by a telephone |
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I'd just love to check you over |
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Get to know you like |
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A fine tooth comb |
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Oh, now when |
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I go home |
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I turn out the light |
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And you come strolling through |
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My dreams every night |
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Yeah, yeah, there's something |
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Bout you, baby, |
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I like Yeah, yeah, there's something |
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Bout you, baby, |
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I like Yeah, yeah, there's something |
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Bout you, baby, |
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I like |
