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Every time I see her she don't even look my way, |
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Maybe she will notice me, but then what would I say? |
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I would say what's on my mind, |
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But the words are hard to find, |
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But I'm gonna try to tell her anyway. |
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Don't you know that she's just my style, |
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Everything about her drives me wild, |
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Don't you know that she's just my style, |
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Everything about her drives me wild, |
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Don't you know that she's fine, so fine. |
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Other guys who meet her may not think she's much to see, |
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I can't begin to tell you what she always does to me, |
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Maybe it's the clothes she wears, |
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Or the way she combs her hair, |
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Oh, that makes me want to tell her that I care. |
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Don't you know that she's just my style, |
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Everything about her drives me wild, |
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Don't you know that she's just my style, |
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Everything about her drives me wild, |
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Don't you know that she's fine, so fine. |
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Maybe it's the clothes she wears, |
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Or the way she combs her hair, |
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Oh, that makes me want to tell her that I care. |
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Don't you know that she's just my style, |
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Everything about her drives me wild, |
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Don't you know that she's just my style, |
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Everything about her drives me wild, |
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Don't you know that she's fine, so fine. |
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Don't you know that she's just my style, |
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Everything about her drives me wild, |
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Don't you know that she's just my style, |
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Everything about her drives me wild... |
