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[Verse 1:] |
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Tuesday morning, 8:15 |
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I was riding to work on the |
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Jackson Park Express |
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Seemed like any other day |
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Then my whole world changed |
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In a way I never could have guessed |
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Cause she walked in |
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Took the seat right across the aisle |
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I knew we had a special connection |
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The second I saw her smile |
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She smiled as if to say |
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"Hello, Haven't seen you on this bus before" |
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I gave her a look that said |
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"Huh, Life is funny, you never know what's in store |
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By the way, your hair is beautiful |
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I bet it smells like raisins" |
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She looked at me in a way that asked |
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"Did you have a nose job or something? |
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I'm only asking, cause your nose looks slightly better |
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Than the rest of your face" |
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I arched my eyebrow, ever so slightly |
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Which was my way of asking |
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"Do you want my old Hewlett-Packard printer? |
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It still works, Kinda |
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And I got a bunch of ink cartridges left" |
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Then, she let out a long sigh |
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Which, I took to mean, "Uh" |
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"Mama, What is that deodorant you're wearing? |
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It's intoxicating |
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Why don't we drive out to the country sometime? |
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And collect deer ticks in a zip-lock baggie", Oh yeah |
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I gave her a penetrating stare |
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Which could only mean |
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"You are my answer, my answer to everything |
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Which is why, I'll probably do very poorly |
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On the written part of my driver's test" |
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[Chorus:] |
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Yes, It all happened |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I knew she was starting to fall for me |
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Cause she crinkled her nose, which unmistakably meant |
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"Baby, lets wear each other's clothes |
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And speak in a Victorian accent |
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And, maybe someday we can own and operate |
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Our own mobile pet-grooming service" |
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I couldn't hold back my feelings |
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I gave her a look, that said |
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"I would make any sacrifice for your love |
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Goat, chicken, whatever |
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I could never hold you close enough |
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Let's have our bodies surgically grafted together |
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Oh, surgically grafted together" |
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She picked up her newspaper, and started reading to herself |
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Which I'm sure, was a way of telling me |
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"When you're cold, I will warm you |
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When you're shivering, I will hold you |
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When your nauseous, I will give you Pepto-Bismol every hour |
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For as long as the symptoms persist" |
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Oh, I, I never, ever want to see you cry |
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So, please let me cauterize your tear ducts with an arc welder |
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Then, I glanced down, at her shirt, for a second |
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In a way that clearly implied |
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"I like your boobs" |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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I cleared my throat quietly, and then, I looked away |
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And I'm sure it was obvious to her, just what I was trying to say |
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I was trying to say, "Hey |
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I'd like to make a wall-sized mural out of all the dead skin cells |
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That you slough off while you sleep at night" |
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Whoa-o-Oh, "I'd like to rip you wide open |
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And french-kiss every single one of your internal organs |
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Oh, I'd like to remove all your skin, and wear your skin, over my own skin |
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But not in a creepy way" |
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Then, I'm pretty sure, she looked at me, out of the corner of her good eye |
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And, though, she never spoke a word, this is exactly what I heard |
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She was saying, "Oh! |
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I wanna make out with you, in an abandoned toll-booth, in the middle of a monsoon |
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I wanna ride dolphins with you, in the moonlight |
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Until the staff at Sea World kicks us out |
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I want you inside me, oh, like a tapeworm" |
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I pointed to the side of my mouth, as a way of indicating |
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"Hey, I think you got something on the side of your mouth" |
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She licked the corner of her lips, as if to say |
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"Here?", I nodded, implying, "Yeah, you got it" |
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And, then the bus stopped, at 53rd Street, and she got up suddenly |
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"Where are you going?", pleaded my eyes, "Baby, don't you do this to me |
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Think of the beautiful children we could have someday |
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We could school them at home, Raise them up the right way |
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And protect them from the evils of the world |
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Like Trigonometry and Prime Numbers, oh no |
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Baby, please don't go" |
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She brushed my leg, as she left the bus |
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I'm sure that was her way of saying |
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"I'm sorry this just isn't working out |
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You're suffocating me |
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I need some space to find out what life's all about |
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So, goodbye forever, my love" |
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And deep inside, I knew she was right |
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It was time for us both to move on |
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And though, I never got her number, oh no no |
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She never bothered to leave her address, oh |
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But, as long as I live, I'll never forget |
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Those precious moments we shared together |
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[Outro:] |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
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On the Jackson Park Express |
