| I went out to a party
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| Late on Friday night
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| I met a-girl
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| That I knew would be just right
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| I asked her to dance
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| Politely she said no
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| When I asked for the 15th time
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| She said I’d have to go
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| Some big guys at the party
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| They said I’d have to leave
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| I told him that I loved her
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| But they kept tugging at my sleeve
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| I put them some resistance
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| They punched me in the nose
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| And as they threw me out the door
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| I asked if I could walk her home
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| You see that
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’ve been over at her house now
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| Almost every night
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| Her father calls the cops
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| But I got a lawyer so it’s all right
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| Her mother said she likes me
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| More than her brothers do
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| And once I’m out of traction
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| I’m sure they’ll like me, too
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| They didn’t mean to hurt me
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| I didn’t see their car
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| Even though they were
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| Holding me
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| Against the wall of their garage
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| You know that
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m not giving up
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| Well, I’m not downhearted
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| My pride ain’t smarted
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| But I’m not giving up
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| Whistling solo
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| Sometimes late at night
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| I see her silhouette upstairs
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| I scream I cry I throw rocks
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| But she put cotton in her ears
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| One night she opened her window
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| So I climbed up a tree
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| She asked my what she asked me what I wanted
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| And I said please just marry me
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| You know that
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m not giving up
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| Well, I’m not downhearted
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| My pride ain’t smarted
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| But I’m not giving up
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m not giving up
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| Well, I’m not downhearted
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| My pride ain’t smarted
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| But I’m not giving up
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| Not giving up
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| I’m not giving up
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| I’m not giving up |