| McDonald’s drive thru’s
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| Where I kissed you and lied to you
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| And the garbages sighed food as I told you you were mine
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| Something in you moves inside when you hear this song in the checkout line
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| And feel the flickers in your nerves where my hands both move up your curves
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| And feel the neighbor boys askin', nervous
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| «Do you think they heard us?»
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| «Do you think they heard us?»
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| Staring through the blinds and say
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| Something moves in you when you hear me sing
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| Excuse me, miss, this might sound strange
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| I know I look and sound deranged
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| But I found this little graduation picture of you on the ground
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| It’s old and coffee stained
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| But I kept it with me, don’t know why
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| I cut it down to wallet size and kept it in my pocket, walking through the
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| Chelsea market
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| All those achin', empty blocks, of her, I just can’t think thoughts, of her
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| I stare into your pretty, teenage eyes, I just can’t keep from cryin', said
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| Something moves in you when you hear me sing
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| Knockin' on the door
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| Sinatra hits the floor
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| And all the pretty wives wail for the blue-eyed lord |
| Henry Hudson drive, avoid the i-95
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| And try to let your eyes dry a bit before you open up the door |