| A hundred o’s an x’s lighting up the dark
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| Now they turned into a question mark
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| I was in my favourite party spot
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| Sippin' on my favourite soda pop
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| I saw this guy come rockin' up
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| So shy and out of place
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| His moves were so ridiculous, but he looked so meticulous
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| I could tell that he meant business, getting all up in my space
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| I left my heart at the disco
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
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| Wrote your name on the window (on the window)
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| Oh baby I don’t know why, why did you go?
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
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| Wrote your name on the window (on the window)
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| I know that you gotta feel the same, baby
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| But I don’t have your number, only got your name
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| I left my heart at the disco
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
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| Didn’t have to say one syllable
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| His body language said it all
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| We moved in closer to the wall for a little one on one
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| We danced til I was minimal put me in a sweet delirium
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| I hopped into the powder room
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| When I came back he was gone
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| I left my heart at the disco
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
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| Wrote your name on the window (on the window)
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| Oh baby I don’t know why, why did you go?
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
|
| Wrote your name on the window (on the window)
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| I know that you gotta feel the same, baby
|
| But I don’t have your number, only got your name
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| I left my heart at the disco
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
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| A hundred o’s and x’s lighting up the dark
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| Now they turn into a question mark
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| When I came back he was gone
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| I left my heart at the disco
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
|
| Wrote your name on the window (on the window)
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| Oh baby I don’t know why, why did you go?
|
| Now I’m crying on the metro
|
| Wrote your name on the window
|
| I know that you gotta feel the same, baby
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| But I don’t have your number, only got your name
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| I left my heart at the disco
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| Now I’m crying on the metro
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| Now I’m crying on the metro |