| They’d never met, the singer and the swinger
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| She walked in, they walked around each other
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| Fighting for the mirror and smiling
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| She was awkward
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| I was tongue tied
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| She was goofy
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| And she aspired to perfection as a hipster
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| And she asked me
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| «How should I wear my problem hair
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| My dirty, no good problem hair?»
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| She asked me
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| I blew it
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| I knew it
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| I always wonder how things could’ve been
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| (I wouldn’t waste time dreaming about me)
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| Spend every second day just
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| Dreaming how the first one ought to be
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| My dream was realised but I was sleeping
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| I was sleeping
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| I caught the girl, her eyelids started to flutter
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| And in my arms
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| She passed out cold, are you okay?
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| Just lie still, you’ll feel better
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| (What happened? I want to go home)
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| Feel better
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| (Where am I, what have I got on?)
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| Feel better
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| (You say that but how do you know?)
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| Feel better
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| (Who are you, what do you want?)
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| I always wonder how things could’ve been
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| (I wouldn’t waste time dreaming about me)
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| Spend every second day just
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| Dreaming how the first one ought to be
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| My dream was realised but I was sleeping
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| I was sleeping
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| I was sleeping
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| I was sleeping |