| Excuse my stare
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| It’s only admiration
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| I cannot hide this infatuation
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| A young adolescent, such an innocent child
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| You win a contest for every little girl smiled
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| But all those tears she made you cry, cry, cry
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| Let your mama make 'em go bye, bye, bye
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| Poor little boy now why, why, why
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| Cry baby, cry baby, cry cry cry
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| It’s not my concern
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| But my sympathy is yours
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| And if you’re lonely
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| You can sleep on my floor
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| I’ll lend you an ear or an arm and a leg
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| But strictly plutonic
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| For every topic
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| Heartache’s a scratch but love is an itch
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| She must’ve scratched you make you hurt like this
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| Poor little boy now why, why, why
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| Cry baby, cry baby, cry, cry, cry
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| You can cry sugar
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| You can cry honey
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| You can cry money but don’t you cry tears
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| Cry me a river or cry me a lake
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| Cry like the rain but don’t you ever cry like a train
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| Well love is a fall and heartache’s a bitch
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| She must’ve sent you flyin’over the fence
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| Poor little boy now why, why, why
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| Cry baby, cry baby, cry cry cry
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| Cry honey, cry honey, cry cry cry
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| Cry baby, cry baby, why, why, why
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| Cry sugar, cry honey, bye bye bye |