| Have you ever been in love with someone you never met
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| Perhaps she is the one you made up when you were ten
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| Imagining that kiss and tears are welling up within
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| Cause she never made the ball and so I face the wall again
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| But my songbird sings with the name Regina
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| Her voice reminds me of pain, pleasure, leisure
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| In pictures mad mean, she’s a lovely creature
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| I wish to meet her one day, to smile and be shy
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| I’ve been touched by the way you sing as I know so many agree
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| As I lower this pen to paper to search for something to say to a crush!
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| Your voice it trances and dances across my eardrums like brush
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| In the Sierra it’s not, lust just a playful measure to send
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| And I’ma sing through this and my pipe issuing that light
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| To might crown that emotion that rush in on brow
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| To call myself a fan, a Music Man to my essence
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| From the cheap seats of retreat for me on my plane rides home from my shows
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| And anxiety strikes, but your playful personality
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| Exudes common interludes to life for me to smile to
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| So I’d like to take a while to, say
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| I got a crush on you
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| A songbird sings with the name Regina
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| Her voice reminds me of pain, pleasure, leisure
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| In pictures mad mean, she’s a lovely creature
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| I wish to meet her one day, to smile and be shy
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| I’m relatively late when it comes to knowing your career
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| But I know my ears do not lie to me and the words you write are clear
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| And your focus is quite embarrassing really but I’m not shy
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| And I’m like «Why am I shy with pen?» |
| I let it go then I fly by night
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| And find you remind you your voice is special then pleasing
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| Inside it’s easing in fact, intriguing that’s why I manifest
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| This meeting — just a spirit admiring from a distance
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| Start fire pistons off my engine revs for you
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| Reginaaaaa, Reginaaaaa, Reginaaaaa, Reginaaaaa |