| Here comes my guy, walking down the street
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| Look how he walks with a dancing beat
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| Thick wavy hair, a little too long
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| All day long he’s singing his song
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| And when I see him in the street
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| My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
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| Gonna walk right up to him
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| Give him a great big kiss
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| Tell him that I love him
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| Tell him that I care
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| Tell him that I’ll always be there
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| Well, what color are his eyes?
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| I don’t know he’s always wearing shades
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| Is he tall?
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| Well, I’ve got to look up
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| Yeah? |
| Well, I hear he’s bad
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| Hmm, he’s good, bad but he’s not evil
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| Tell me more, tell me more
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| Big bulky sweaters to match his eyes
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| Dirty fingernails, oh, boy, what a prize
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| Tight tapered pants, high button shoes
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| He’s always looking like, like he’s got the blues
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| And when I see him in the street
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| My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
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| I gonna walk right up to him
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| Give him a great big kiss
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| Is he a good dancer?
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| What do you mean is he a good dancer?
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| Well, how does he dance?
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| Close, very, very close
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| And when I see him in the street
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| My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
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| I gonna walk right up to him
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| Give him a great big kiss |