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All the pretty girls on a saturday night! |
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So I call your name, cross my fingers |
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uncross the others, hesitate. |
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Oh, I don't think straight with nothing to prove. |
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I don't wanna say I'm leaving |
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I will stay until the weekend. |
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And you can take all the things, |
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the boxes and rings, |
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and get going. |
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'Cause I've been waiting for... |
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All the pretty girls on a Saturday night. |
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Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes. |
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Well you break and take all the words from my mouth. |
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I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down. |
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So I call (I call) you out (out baby) |
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Just to feel a little bit better about myself (he does) |
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And I do (you do), baby I do I do I do |
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'Til their lips start to move, |
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and their friends talk music |
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I say I've never heard the tune |
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But I have, I just hate the band |
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'cause they remind me of you. |
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Every single night ends up the same, |
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I don't say much at all, but I bring up your name. |
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(Over and over and over) |
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I think it's striking me out. |
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All the pretty girls on a Saturday night |
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Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes. |
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Well you break and take all the words from my mouth. |
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I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down. |
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But not you, |
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you still wear boots and your hair is too long |
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and then this one doesn't want to admit she's falling in love |
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Oh c'mon, oh c'mon, what's a boy to do |
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When all the pretty girls can't measure to you? |
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I don't understand your reasons |
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Please just stay over the weekend |
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You can't take all those things |
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They define you and me |
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everything we've become, |
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You're all that I need |
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Please don't make me face my generation alone. |
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All the pretty girls on a Saturday night. |
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Let it be, oh come to me with the look in your eyes. |
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Well you break and take all the words from my mouth |
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I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down. |
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But not you, |
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I feel your faith is destroying the world |
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And then this one never really understood |
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The 80s is over and done |
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Oh c'mon, what's a boy to do, |
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When all the pretty girls can't measure to you? |
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All the pretty girls on a Saturday night. |