| There’s someone across the street
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| Who sees me waiting for my friend
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| Oo-and I cross the street, make a bee line for that phone
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| Oh-oh that I’m the one to make it happen
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| Oh to live to find a friend
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| Someone tried to call me up
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| But I don’t even have a phone
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| She could ask to me what’s up
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| But I’m waiting for your call to end
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| Then someone across the street
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| Who sees me waiting for my friend
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| She could ask to me what’s up
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| I’m waiting for your call to end
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| Someone tried to call me up
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| But I don’t even have a phone
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| It’s like my friends don’t know I’m here
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| But I’m a person on my own
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| But I cross the street, make a bee-line for that phone
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| I’m the one to make it happen
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| Hard to find a friend
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| I make a bee-line
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| Hard Hard to find a friend
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| Off I cross the street
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| And find on a bee-line
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| I’m on a bee-line
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| Hard to make a bee-line
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| Oh I make a bee-line
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| Across the street
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh I cross the street |