| I see you everyday walking down the avenue
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| I’d like to get to know you but all I do is smile at you
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| 'Cause when it comes to talking my tongue gets uptight
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| This sidewalk love affair 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 but girl I’d race a mile for you
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| To get there in time for a peek-a-boo rendezvous
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| Now maybe it’s the way you wear you’re blue jeans so tight
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| I can’t put my finger on what you’re doing right
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| Now when I go home to sleep I turn out the light
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| You come strolling through my dreams 'most every night
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| I’m standing on a corner hiding by the telephone
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| I’d like to check you over, I know you like a fine tooth comb
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| Now I don’t need astrology to tell me what’s right
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| The sign I’m looking at is such a beautiful sight
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| I said, yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| I said, yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| I said, yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| I said, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| Gotta say it again
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| I said, yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| I said, yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like |