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Oh, I don't know you |
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Maybe that's why I think you're the perfect person |
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I can fill in the gaps anyway I want to |
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And spend my time dreaming of the fake you |
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When I close my eyes, I try to picture your face |
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but I haven't seen you enough |
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I don't know what you look like |
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so I enlarge your lips and change the color of your eyes |
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No, you don't know me |
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Maybe that's why you think I'm the perfect person |
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You can fill in the gaps any way you want to |
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and come up with a version of me that's not true |
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When you close your eyes, you try to picture my face |
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But you haven't seen me enough; |
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you don't know what I look like, |
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so you enlarge my hips, you change the color of my thighs |
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I bet we have a lot in common |
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I bet you like the same things I do |
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Like chocolate and napping and new pets and springtime |
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Summertime too |
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I know that it is true that you have a cooler hairdo than I do |
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But guess what? |
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You're gonna grow your hair out to be as long as mine |
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We'll be twins in love |
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I know that it is true that you have a cooler last name; |
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Mine is so GD plain |
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But I can marry you and have your wonderful last name, too |
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We'd be mister and missus |
