| Quarter to three
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| At the DNV
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| That’s when I saw her
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| She didn’t see me Behind window bee
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| Explaining patiently
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| How she needs to see
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| Six forms of ID
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| Oh tell me now
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| Who do you love
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| Who do you love
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| Who can you trust with your love these days
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| Yolanda Hayes
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| Quarter to four
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| The line’s still out the door
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| I can see in her eyes
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| She’s heard it all before
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| She’s looking allright
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| Despite the bright from restroom lights
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| And I wonder she’s like
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| When she gets home at night
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| Oh tell me now
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| Who do you love
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| Who do you love
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| Who can you trust with your love these days
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| Yolanda Hayes
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| Yolanda Hayes
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| Yolanda Hayes
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| Yolanda Hayes
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| It occurs to me Suddenly
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| She’s been here for an eternity
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| The hours pass, the days go by But has anybody
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| Really try
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| To cross that line
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| To get inside?
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| A little more time
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| And now the girl is mine
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| I hit her with
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| My very best pick up line
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| She puts down my file
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| Stares at me awhile
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| And I swear I see her
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| Crack a little smile
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| Oh tell me now
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| Who do you love
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| Who do you love
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| Who can you trust with your love these days
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| Oh tell me now
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| Who do you love
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| Who do you love
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| Who can you trust with your love these days
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| Yolanda Hayes
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| Yolanda Hayes
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| Yolanda Hayes
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| Yolanda Hayes |