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Everywhere I go, they're staring at her |
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Every man I know, he wants to have her |
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I guess I ought to be a jealous man |
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I look the other way, they're hittin' on her |
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Every night and day, they telephone her |
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They try and get to her but I know they can't |
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Oh, she never lets it go to her heart |
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She never lets it go that far |
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When they start talking, she starts walking |
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Right back to my arms |
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She can turn every head |
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But she never lets it go to her heart |
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She walks into the room |
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And everybody watches every move |
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Hoping she don't love me |
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I know it by the way they hang around |
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But they don't realize |
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There's more to her than what meets the eye |
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That's why I'm certain |
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No matter what they do to reach her now |
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She never lets it go to her heart |
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She never lets it go that far |
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When they start talking, she starts walking |
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Right back to my arms |
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She can turn every head |
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But she never lets it go to her heart |
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When they start talking, she starts walking |
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Right back to my arms |
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She can turn every head |
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But she never lets it go to her heart |
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(Never lets it go to her heart) |
