| If I could write you a song
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| And make you fall in love
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| I would already have you up under my arm.
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| I used up all of my tricks,
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| I hope that you like this.
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| But you probably won’t.
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| You think you’re cooler than me.
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| You got designer shades,
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| Just to hide your face
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| And you wear them around like you’re cooler than me.
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| And you never say «Hey»
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| Or remember my name,
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| And it’s probably 'cause you think you’re cooler than me.
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| You got your high brow,
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| Shoes on your feet,
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| And you wear them around
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| Like they ain’t shit.
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| But you don’t know the way that you look,
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| When your steps make that much noise.
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| Shh I got you all figured out,
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| You need everyone’s eyes just to feel seen.
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| Behind your make-up nobody knows who you even are
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| Who do you think that you are?
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| If I could write you a song
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| And make you fall in love
|
| I would already have you up under my arm.
|
| I used up all of my tricks,
|
| I hope that you like this.
|
| But you probably won’t.
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| You think you’re cooler than me.
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| You got designer shades
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| Just to hide your face
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| And you wear them around like you’re cooler than me.
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| And you never say «Hey»
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| Or remember my name.
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| It’s probably 'cause you think you’re cooler than me.
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| You got your high brow,
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| Switch in your walk,
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| And you don’t even look when you pass by.
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| But you don’t know the way that you look
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| When your steps make that much noise.
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| Shh.
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| I got you all figured out,
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| You need everyone’s eyes just to feel seen.
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| Behind your make-up nobody knows who you even are
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| Who do you think that you are?
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| 'Cause it sure seems ('cause it sure seems)
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| You got no doubts (that you got no doubts)
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| But we all see (we all see)
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| You got your head in the clouds
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| If I could write you a song
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| And make you fall in love
|
| I would already have you up under my arm.
|
| I used up all of my tricks,
|
| I hope that you like this.
|
| But you probably won’t.
|
| You think you’re cooler than me.
|
| You got designer shades,
|
| Just to hide your face
|
| And you wear them around like you’re cooler than me.
|
| And you never say «Hey»
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| Or remember my name.
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| It’s probably 'cause you think you’re cooler than me. |