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I see you every day |
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Walking down the avenue |
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I'd like to get to know you |
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But all I do is smile at you |
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Oh baby when it comes to talking |
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My tongue get so thight |
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This sidewalk love affair |
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Has got me high as a kite |
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Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like |
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Well I'm a slow walker |
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But girl I'd race a mile for you |
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Just to get back in time |
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For my peek-a-boo rendezvous |
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Well baby maby it's the way |
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You wear you're blue jeans so tight |
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I can't put my finger |
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On what you're doing right |
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Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like |
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Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like |
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Well I'm standing on a corner |
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Smiling by a telephone |
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I'd like to check you over |
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Get to know you with a fine tooth comb |
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Oh baby when I get home, I turn out the light |
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And then you come a strolling through |
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My dreams every night |
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Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like |
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Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like |
