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I don't have to say a thing |
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She knows exactly what I want |
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But anytime I feel like this |
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What we have goes out for lunch |
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She looks at me like a gun cocked |
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And I'm afraid to turn my back |
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For fear of being loved |
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She leans forward for me to see |
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The lights of her majesty |
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She's tempting me with a razor blade |
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But time is money at a penny arcade |
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And there's monkeys in the shadows |
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And virgins afraid of being laid |
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The court jester holds up a light bulb and says |
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"All that is made is made to decay" |
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To know her is to love her |
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And I love her, but I don't know her |
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To know her is to love her |
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And I love her, but I don't know her |
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I feel for a place to sit |
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Things always go on this way |
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I'm lost for a little bit |
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'Til I come up with something to say |
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Then I'll go on and on |
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About rat skulls in her lawn |
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I'll not specifically mention names her and I know |
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We're just ashamed |
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She knows I'm here |
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And she readily rebukes her sister |
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She treats me with a sudden respect |
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Suddenly she calls me mister |
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But just as soon, I soon forget |
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And start poking around in the trash |
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Talking myself into outer space |
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And watching the reactions on her face |
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To know her is to love her |
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And I love her but I don't know her |
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To know her is to love her |
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And I love her but I don't know her |
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The picture of her sitting there |
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Me and her on that chair |
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I can only say as much as I please |
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But not as much as I dare |
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Where is the little girl who fell in love with me |
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The girl who fell in love with a sat-el-lite |
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That little girl's moved out now |
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But the satellite still comes around |
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Most every other night |
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I think my interest bleeds a heart |
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Of a dead dog lying in her yard |
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I could catch her standing naked |
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I could catch her cold |
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I could catch her breath and bottle it |
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But I could never catch her off guard |
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Now when I go there nowadays |
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It's like visiting a sinking ship |
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And I'm a man overboard |
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And she won't throw me a lifeline |
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Most every other night |
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I think my interest bleeds a heart |
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Of a dead dog lying in her yard |
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I could catch her standing naked |
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I could catch her cold |
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I could catch her breath and bottle it |
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But I could never catch her off guard |
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Now when I go there nowadays |
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It's like visiting a sinking ship |
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And I'm a man overboard |
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And she won't throw me a lifeline |
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Yes, to know her is to love her |
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And I love her but I don't know her |
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To know her is to love her |
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And I love her, but I don't know her |
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No No No No |
