| My hand of thumbs is shaking
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| I am so glad to meet you
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| All tongue-tied and twisted
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| My lips stuck like glue
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| More than a lifetime to say, «How are you?»
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| More than an ocean to cross becalmed
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| Less than a second to sink in silence
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| Yours truly, I remain disarmed
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| Saw you peeping from the corner
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| Your eyes seemed to call hello
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| I’m all too easily mistaken
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| My feet unsteady as they go
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| Was I a suave and confident trickster
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| I would sweep you up and carry you down
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| To raspberry meadows under diamond skies
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| And just mess around. |
| Just mess around |