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Is it her eyes? |
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Is it her smile? |
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Is it her talk? |
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Is it her style? |
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Is it the way she comes to me? |
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I feel so lonely. |
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You can see. |
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She wants my heart. |
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She wants my nights. |
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She's not for you. |
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She's not your type. |
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She's not the kind to play the field. |
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Why don't you leave her to me? |
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Charlene. Charlene. |
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I got to write a letter to Charlene. |
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Charlene. |
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Cause you should know the words she says to me. (Won't you be my guy?) |
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Are the words she says to me. (And it feels so nice.) |
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A letter to Charlene. |
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Charlene. |
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I've got to get a message to Charlene. |
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Charlene. |
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And give the girl an answer to her words. |
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Answer to her words. |
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And she's the one for me. |
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The one. |
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Oh! Oh! |
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A letter to Charlene. |
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She's all I know. |
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She makes my life. |
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If she should leave, I wouldn't survive. |
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Now don't you go to fond with her. |
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Don't push your luck not in my girl. |
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Take all your love. |
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Take all your chance to someone else and not to her arms. |
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Now can't you read between the lines. |
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Don't wait for her. |
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Cause she's mine. |
