| Something sparkles in your eye, there’s something in your smile
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| Though you say we’re just friends
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| And I know I’m here too early, and I know there are all those girly things
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| you’ve got to do
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| The sky is bright and clear, the bank is getting busy
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| I’ll wait here for you
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| Someone else’s friends are on the bank
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| Someone else’s friends have met in the right spot
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| Maybe the right spot was somewhere else but
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| There’s nowhere for you to be
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| And all those people laughing at me, I guess it’s nothing
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| They’ve got better things to talk about
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| I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I started on this wine
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| She’ll be here any second, no doubt
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| I leave a message on her phone, I wait and I’m alone
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| My thongs are melting in the grass
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| They’ve taken all the shade, they’re better dressed, their lemonade
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| And this wine ain’t gonna last
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| Someone else’s friends are on the bank
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| Someone else’s friends have met in the right spot
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| Maybe the right spot was somewhere else but
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| There’s nowhere for you to be
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| And there’s no one you need to meet
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| And the weather might be turning, my skin red and burning
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| I can hardly read the time
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| A breeze blows up the river, should be too hot to shiver
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| But there goes one down my spine
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| That group has left off now, they’re probably going out
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| White smiles on tanned skin
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| And I got the wrong day or I got the wrong girl
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| I’ll give her one last ring
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| Someone else’s friends are on the bank
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| Someone else’s friends have met in the right spot
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| Maybe the right spot was somewhere else but
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| There’s nowhere for you to be
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| And there’s no one you need to meet |