| Girl’s eyes, butterflies, how she cries, can’t get through to you
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| She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you
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| Each time you play a melody
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| It means the earth to this little girl
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| Can you be cruel and break her heart
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| Tear her small world apart?
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| She’s there, eyes aglow, very front row, don’t throw sticks at her
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| Please don’t look her way, see her way, don’t care anyway
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| It’s you who led her on, I see
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| Just leave her down in her misery
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| She don’t want help from you and me
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| Can’t tell a note from a symphony
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| It’s you who led her on, I see
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| Just leave her down in her misery
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| She don’t want help from you and me
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| Can’t tell a note from a symphony
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| Girl’s eyes, butterflies, how she cries, can’t get through to you
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| She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you
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| Each time you play a melody
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| It means the earth to this little girl
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| Can you be cruel and break her heart
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| Tear her small world apart? |