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There's a girl up the stairs |
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Green eyes and lemon hair |
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I wonder if there's something there |
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She keeps her clothes on the floor |
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A padlock on her door |
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It keeps out all of the bad people |
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I wonder if there's something I could wear |
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To make her think that I was all that |
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Late at night she passed my door |
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Continued past my floor |
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I'm hoping for something more |
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There's a park at the end of the street |
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Where she runs and goes to read |
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Beyond the highway signs |
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And underneath all the concrete |
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But I can tell the way she feels |
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Just by looking |
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Might give her the keys to my appartment |
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Hell I might even offer to pay the rent |
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That'll be all right |
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Hoo-ooo-oo |
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Hoo-ooo-oo-oo... |
