| Just down the street eight city blocks
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| Right behind the Dairy Queen and the 108 bus stop
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| There’s a little house, I can see it in my mind
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| Oh I should turn around but I keep on driving by
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| 'Cause you’re there with her
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| And I don’t know who’s got it worse
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| Me, you or her
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| I’ve got her number in my book
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| I’ve got it memorized don’t even have to look
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| Oh, just the thought of dialing makes my heart race
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| Oh, I could call her up, but what would I say
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| 'Cause you’re there with her
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| And I don’t know who’s got it worse
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| In this game we all play
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| Who’ll be smart enough to walk away
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| Me, you or her
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| There are no rings or vows
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| Being broken or tossed around
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| Just three hearts all waiting to see
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| If you wind up over here with me or there with her
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| 'Cause you’re there with her
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| And I don’t know who’s got it worse
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| In this game we all play
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| Who’ll be smart enough to walk away
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| Me, will it be you, or will it be her
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| Just down the street eight city blocks
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| Right behind the Dairy Queen and the 108 bus stop
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| There’s a little house, I can see it in my mind
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| Oh, I should turn around but I keep on driving by |