| Lisa picks her coffee up
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| And takes a small sip from her cup
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| She flashes with her blue eyes
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| Over at the counter
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| Where the spanish boys are talking loud
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| And hiking up their trousers proud
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| She feels herself expiring
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| Like the ticket on her windscreen
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| While Janni sits there all alone
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| All alone with his Walkman on
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| And he taps the rhythm gently
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| With his fingers on the table
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| And he’s trying not to sing along
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| Sing along to his favourite song
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| He doesn’t want to be play like that
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| He just wants to make her eyes see
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| That he can make her body tremble
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| He’s sure she’d make his fingers tingle
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| Every time they touched her skin
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| He just wants to be with her
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| He just wants to lay down next to her
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| He just wants to go deeper
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| Deeper than any boy has been
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| Then she pads her lips with a serviette
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| Christ knows why they’re never wet
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| And anyway he knows
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| She’d be back again tomorrow
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| And there’s one thing wrong with the afternoon
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| It always comes around too soon
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| He sees her slip her magazine away
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| Walk over to the door
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| But he knows how to keep his cool
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| And he knows how to make it
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| He can stop himself from falling
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| But he has had to learn to fake it
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| Anyway, she’s made today
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| A better day than yesterday
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| At least he feels alive today
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| And he could do the same for her
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| If he could make her eyes see
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| That he can make her body tremble
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| He’s sure she’d make his fingers tingle
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| Every time they touched her skin
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| He just wants to be with her
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| He just wants to lay down next to her
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| He just wants to go deeper
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| Deeper than any boy has been
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| He knows how to keep his cool
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| And he knows how to make it
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| He can stop himself from falling
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| But he has had to learn to fake it
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| Anyway, she’s made today
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| A better day than yesterday
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| At least he feels alive
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| And he could do the same for her
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| If he could make her eyes see
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| that he can make her body tremble
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| He’s sure she’d make his fingers tingle
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| Every time they touched her skin
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| And he just wants to be with her
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| He just wants to lay down next to her
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| He just wants to go deeper
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| Deeper than any boy has been
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| Than any boy has been, than any boy has been
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| Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper |