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(S. Tyrell / S. Tyrell / C. Townes) |
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Hey boy, don't be shy |
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Waiting all alone |
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Think about what you can give |
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Some boys never learn |
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That's the way to live |
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And it's the secret |
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To getting it right |
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Living carefully, always filled with doubt |
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Scared to make a move too soon |
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Just once, take a chance |
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She will take one, too ' |
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Cause that's the secret |
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To getting it right |
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It's not who loves you as how much do you love |
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And what's in your heart that shows what you're made of |
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You're made of love, hey, boy |
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It's all right |
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Someone understands |
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You don't have so far to go |
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Reach out for her hand |
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Then you'll really know |
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The secret to getting it right |
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You're made of love, hey, boy |
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It's all right |
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Someone understands |
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You don't have so far to go |
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Reach out for her hand |
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Then you'll really know |
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The secret to getting it right |
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Reach out, take her hand |
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Then you'll really know |
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You'll know that you're getting it right |
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Yes, you'll know that you're getting it right |
