| I saw her once before
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| She didn’t turn me on
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| One night she stopped to talk
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| To pass the time
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| And then I saw her eyes
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| Her softly smiling glow
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| We sat and talked all night at Byblos
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| She talked of feelings
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| That I knew were true
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| She painted me a picture
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| Using every shade of blue
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| It was light with laughter
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| At times it made me cry
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| And now I’ll never know just why I didn’t ever try to hold her
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| To squeeze her
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| To kiss her all night long, I never tried to please her
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| Then, soon she had to go
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| I sat there all alone
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| And thought of things she said
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| The whole day through
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| And then I realized
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| I never took the time
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| To find out where she lived
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| Or where to call
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| I thought that I would see her the next night
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| Anticipating how I’d set myself right
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| Then, I went back to Byblos
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| I sat there and waited
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| Feeling just a little nervous
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| And a little frustrated
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| Then, soon, in she came
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| Looking just the same
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| Ooh, I could hardly wait to take her
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| Far from the game
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| Then a person came in to the club
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| That I had to speak to
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| I explained the situation to her
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| And I thought she understood
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| But I guess she thought
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| I was jiving her around
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| Because when I looked for her
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| This is what I found
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| She was rapping with a real good friend of mine
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| He was happening, I guess it was his time
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| I really couldn’t blame him
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| Because he was sad and lonely too
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| But just talking to her did me so much good
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| I knew she’d do him good too
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| Then I went home and I got it on
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| Sat down to write these words
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| When I was finally alone
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| And then, about halfway through
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| I wondered if someone knew
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| Where she was so I could give her a call
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| And I found out that she was right down the hall
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| Not too far away
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| But that’s ok
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| I’ll just wait for the day
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| When I can see her again
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| And spend some time |