| See her light, how it reigns
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| So hard on your high plains
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| So you take such pains
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| That she won’t notice you
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| And your x-rays
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| Of your Paleo male gaze
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| How they rest, and play
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| Slowly corrupting you
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| I wonder what the chance is you wanted to
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| A thousand vacant stares won’t make it true
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| Make it true
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| You need a witness just to know you’re there
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| From the tips of your fingers, every strand of hair
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| You know someone’s watching you watching me watching you
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| And all that we look upon
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| You may not know me but you feel my stare
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| And if she sees you, it changes you
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| Rearranges your molecules
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| And if you see her, it changes her
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| She’s a danger now, after school
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| And if she sees you, it changes you
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| Rearranges your molecules
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| And if you see her, it changes her
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| She’ll be seeing you after school
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| Here’s where gentlemen avert their eyes
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| Maybe she’s a gentleman in disguise
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| In disguise
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| You need a witness just to know you’re there
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| From the tips of your fingers, every strand of hair
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| You know someone’s watching you
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| Watching me watching you and all that we look upon
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| You may not know me but you feel my
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| Stare
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| And if I see you, how it changes me
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| And if you see me, how it changes you
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| Changes you
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| And if I see you, how it changes me
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| And if you see me, how it changes you
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| Changes you |