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There is this girl I know |
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She hates my guts I love her so |
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But I've got a simple mind |
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It thinks just this: she will be mine |
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I tell her "I like your dress" |
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She says I'm sick, disturbed, obsessed |
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Well I don't know what that's about |
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She won't say why she won't go out with me |
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She keeps tellin' me she doesn't need a reason |
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And all my friends think that I'm bein' outclassed |
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But I just got to be her first or at least her last |
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And I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I had a shirt designed, it has her face pressed into mine |
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I never wear it, I keep it new |
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She says she'll kill me if I do |
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I'm puzzled and perplexed, I'm overwhelmed and under-sexed |
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And I still can't figure why she says she'd rather die than be with me |
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She keeps tellin' me she doesn't need reasons |
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And all my friends think that I'm bein' outclassed |
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But I just got to be her first or at least her last |
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And I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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She'd like to see me drown in my own tears |
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Well that's all right |
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Even if it takes a hundred years |
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Well that's all right |
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Yeah that's all right |
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She keeps tellin' me she doesn't need reasons |
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And all my friends think that I'm bein' outclassed |
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But I just got to be her first or at least her last |
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And I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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Getting nowhere |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
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Getting nowhere |
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I'm getting nowhere fast |
