| So I call, your name
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| Cross my fingers, uncross the others
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| Hesitate, oh I don’t think straight
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| With nothing to prove
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| I don’t wanna say I’m leaving
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| I’ll stay until the weekend
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| You can take all the things, the boxes and rings
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| And get going
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| Cause I’ve been waiting for
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| All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
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| Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes
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| Well you break and take all the words from my mouth
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| I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down
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| So I call (I call) you out (out baby)
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| Just to feel a little bit better about myself (he does)
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| I do (you do), baby
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| I do, I do, I do (Yeah we really get it, yeah we know you do)
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| Until their lips start to move
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| And their friends talk music
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| I’ll say «I've never heard the tune.»
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| But I have, I just hate the band
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| Cause they remind me of you
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| Every single night ends up the same
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| I don’t say much at all, but I bring up your name
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| (Over and over and over)
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| I think it’s striking me out
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| All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
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| Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes
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| Well you break and take all the words from my mouth
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| I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down
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| But not you —
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| You still wear boots and your hair is too long
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| And then this one, doesn’t wanna admit she’s falling in love
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| Oh c’mon, oh c’mon, what’s a boy to do
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| When all the pretty girls can’t measure to you?
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| I don’t understand your reasons
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| Please just stay over the weekend
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| You can’t take all those things
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| They define you and me
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| Everything we’ve become
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| You’re all that I need
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| Please don’t make me face my generation alone
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| All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
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| Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes
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| And you break and take all the words from my mouth
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| I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down
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| But not you
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| I feel your faith is destroying the world
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| And then this one, never really understood the eighties is over
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| And done, oh c’mon, what’s a boy to do
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| When all the pretty girls can’t measure to you?
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| Say
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| All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
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| All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
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| All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
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| All the pretty girls on a Saturday night |