| Have you met the girl from New York City?
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| Don’t you think she’s kind of wonderful?
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| The grass ain’t always green where the girls are pretty
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| Can you see her through a kaleidoscope?
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| She could be a bad idea, bad idea
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| You don’t want a bad idea, bad idea, no
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| Try to lay my luck on calling her baby
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| Thought of her love every passing day
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| But a lady never flirts with strangers
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| And I don’t wanna be left in the gray
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| She could be a bad idea, bad idea
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| I don’t want a bad idea, bad idea, no
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| Find her in the sky
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| She caused the tears you cry
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| What’s it gonna take to convince you I’m okay?
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| She could be a bad idea, bad idea
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| You don’t want a bad idea, bad idea, no
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| Oh, Sky turning bright, I find my joy in the shade
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| Might as well give up 'cause I can’t take no more delay
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| Looking high and low, but I gave it all away
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| And all I found was problems, no solutions
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| Never told a lie, all I wanted was the truth
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| But the world never stops turning
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| Find her in the sky
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| She caused the tears you cry
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| What’s it gonna take to convince you I’m okay?
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| She could be a bad idea, bad idea
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| (Find her in the sky)
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| And I don’t want a bad idea, bad idea, no
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| (She caused the tears you cry)
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| She could be a bad idea, bad idea
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| What’s it gonna take to convince you I’m okay? |