| Is it me? |
| Is she staring?
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| There’s gotta be some other attraction?
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| She looks away, am I daring
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| Enough to suck it up and go over and say hello?
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| Adrenaline is creepin' in and
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| I’m on the spot, the lights are getting louder
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| I don’t know if there’s something there
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| That’s not all in my head
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| And it’s in the air
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| There’s something there that I can’t touch on yet
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| I might be kicking myself
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| But there’s something there
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| There’s something there that’s not all in my head
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| Is she for real? |
| Or maybe twisted?
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| What should I do if she bites my head off?
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| I can’t decide pulling daisies
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| «She loves me, loves me not»
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| Like I’m driving me crazy
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| Adrenaline is creepin' in and
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| My blood is up, it must be getting obvious
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| I’m just a sucker for a pretty face
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| I’m stupid, I can’t help it
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| It’s harder that leap of faith
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| That got me in trouble
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| The last time this happened… |