| Chicago wind almost knocked me over
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| Hurricane Andy’s got me running for cover
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| And I forgot if there was any other
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| People in the world, besides me and you
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| I’m breaking through a brick wall
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| That’s been standing for hours
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| I hide my head from the scattered showers
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| The hurricane is gonna knock down towers tonight
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| Perhaps you’re wondering if I’m available
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| Well don’t worry about it, baby, I’m available
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| I’m available
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| I’m so available
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| Little red-haired girl
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| Don’t pass right by my table
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| I am so unable
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| To conceal my lust
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| Red-haired girl
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| You hold the keys to my unbridled fury
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| I’m walking home although the snow’s in flurries
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| And none of that could ever make me hurry as I pass your house
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| Green with white shutters
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| Storm clouds gather in my tearducts
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| It’s gettin' cold so I wear my earmuffs
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| All the emotions are making me fear a coup d’etat
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| On my central nervous system
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| Perhaps you’re unnerved by my honesty
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| Well don’t worry about it, baby, I don’t need honesty
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| Who needs honesty?
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| Forget about honesty
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| I hate honesty
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| Little red-haired girl
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| Don’t pass me on the sidewalk
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| Cause everytime our eyes lock
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| I can’t feel the freezing rain
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| Oh little red-haired girl
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| Ah, baby, aw, alright, alright, I’m, I’mma just, just wait
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| Little red-haired girl
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| Good grief
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| Ah yes
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| It’s, it’s just our first record
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| I want you to fall in love with me
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| I want you put your little white hand over my pretty red mouth
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| After the flood there was a big block party
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| The streets were rivers like that town in Italy
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| I wore my khakis so you wouldn’t call me ugly
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| The hail was hammering my eyes, I couldn’t see
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| And every few nights I would dream about you
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| And it makes me wanna sing this song to you
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| But you don’t like this song
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| I don’t have to sing this song
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| I’ll never sing this song again
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| Little red-haired girl
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| Don’t pass right by my table
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| I am so unable
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| To conceal my love
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| Little red-haired girl
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| Don’t pass me on the sidewalk
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| Cause everytime our eyes lock
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| I can hear that hurricane
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| Red-haired girl
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| Oh, baby, baby
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| I wanna take a walk with you
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| On the sand |