| I’m wasting time thinking about a girl
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| And stealing her away from her world
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| She and I would run away
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| I think of all the things that I’d say
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| We’d talk about important things
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| And I picture it in my dreams
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| She’d teach me about modern art
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| And I’d show her it’s okay to fart and
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| Maybe I’d impress her
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| By being in a band and
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| Maybe if I act real tough
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| She’d let me hold her hand and
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| Maybe I’ll win her heart
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| By writing this song about her
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| Sometimes I sit at home and
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| Wonder if she’s sitting at home
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| Thinking of me and wondering if I’m
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| Sitting at home, thinking about her
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| Or am I just wasting my time
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| Remembering how she laughed at Kinko’s
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| When I made fun of that guy
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| Remebering the look she gave me When I told her that I used to fry
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| I really want to ask her out
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| But my ego could never take it And even if I got the balls
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| You know that the Cougar would never make it And in my town you can’t drive naked
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| And maybe I’d impress her
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| By being in a band and
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| Maybe if I act real tough
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| She’d let me hold her hand and
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| Maybe I’ll win her heart
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| By writing this song about her
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| Sometimes I sit at home and
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| Wonder if she’s sitting at home
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| Thinking of me and wondering if I’m
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| Sitting at home, thinking about her
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| Or am I just wasting my time
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| Am I just wasting my time
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| Am I just wasting my time
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| Am I just wasting my time
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| Wasting my time thinking about a girl |