| Every time I see her
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| She don’t even look my way
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| Maybe she will notice me
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| But then what would I say?
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| I would say what’s on my mind
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| Bu the words are hard to find
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| But I’m gonna try to tell her anyway
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| (Don't you know that she’s)just my style
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| (Everything about her) drives me wild
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| (Don't you know that she’s)just my style
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| (Everything about her) drives me wild
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| (Don't you know that she’s) fine, so fine
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| Other guys to meet her
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| They don’t think she’s much to see
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| I can’t begin to tell you
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| What she always does to me
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| Maybe it’s the clothes she wears
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| Or the way she combs her hair
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| Oh, that makes want to tell her that I care
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| Maybe it’s the clothes she wears
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| Or the way she combs her hair
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| Oh, that makes want to tell her that I care
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| (Don't you know that she’s)just my style
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| (Everything about her) drives me wild
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| (Don't you know that she’s)just my style
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| (Everything about her) drives me wild |