| Every girl is searching for that someone they can talk to,
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| Someone who will open doors and make the sun come shine through
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| Mr. Right the one you trust the one she’ll give her heart too,
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| He’ll make her dreams come true
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| But every boy is searching for that someone they can play with,
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| Have her over once a week said baby your my favorite
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| The girl that doesn’t mind being a part of the rotation,
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| She’ll make his dreams come true
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| Through squinted eyes (oh cause he’s so shiny)
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| Blinded by (oh he said he liked me)
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| Oh surprise (when we get our hearts broken, blindfolded)
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| Oh boys
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| This is not our choice,
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| We can’t help that opposites attract,
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| but where’s the fun in that,
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| For a hopeful, romantic kind of girl
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| I used to hold my pillow tight,
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| and every night I’d ask god,
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| Cupid could you make some moves
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| and put me on the fast back
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| He’d call my name and take my breath
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| and kiss me real romantic,
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| I’d fall asleep with his smile
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| But every night he’d close his eyes
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| while flicking through the pages,
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| excited by the ladies wasn’t
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| looking at the faces
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| Time went by the sun came up
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| his passions never faded,
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| He’d fall asleep with his smile
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| Through squinted eyes (oh cause he’s so shiny)
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| Blinded by (oh he said he liked me)
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| Oh surprise (when we get our hearts broken, Blindfolded)
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| Oh boys
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| This is not our choice,
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| we can’t help that opposites attract,
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| but where’s the fun in that,
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| For a hopeful, romantic kin of
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| Boys,
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| This is not out choice we can’t help,
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| that opposites attract but where’s
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| the fun in that, for a hopeful,
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| romantic kind of girl
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| We can’t help that opposites attract,
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| but where’s the fun in that for a hopeful,
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| romantic kind of girl. |