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Good week I've got |
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Gonna see him once again |
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Been working out, reading up |
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Be all smart and slim |
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Who'd knew I'd be this anxious |
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Who'd have guessed this horrid fate? |
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All I know is I |
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Have to be perfect by Thursday |
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Perfect by Thursday |
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I rarely get to see him |
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And his name is all I know |
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He smiles like a king |
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And that's all he'd dare to show |
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I'm faithfully attending |
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My motive almost pure |
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Reckless in my thinking |
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But it's his that I'm not sure |
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Perfect by Thursday |
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I'm planning the evening |
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I know what I'm wearing |
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And what I'll be singing |
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Perfect by Thursday |
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One day left |
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And it's not looking very good |
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I haven't seen much progress |
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To perfection like I should |
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But now I cannot quit |
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Because today could be the day |
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That all the effort |
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All the work decides to finally pay. |
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And then you will fall in love |
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I smile when you walk by |
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I laugh even louder |
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You don't even bother |
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I hold every memory |
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As sweet as a lemon |
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As loose as a fire |
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So now he's on the TV screen |
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He's catching for some man |
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Moved away and left me here |
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I don't understand |
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But I'm convinced that he'll be back |
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When I do least expect |
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Despite my opposition |
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I fear that I am correct |
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Perfect by Thursday |
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I'm sprinting to make it |
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If I have to fake it |
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You know I can take it |
