| Sittin' around
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| Waiting for the phone to ring
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| Hoping it will be the man of my dreams
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| Sittin' starin'
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| Tossin' and turnin'
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| Phone please ring I’m just burnin' and burnin' with
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| Anticipation
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| The situation
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| Makes me think I’m crazy
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| For waitin' around
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| But just to talk to, makes my heart pound
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| I don’t understand the feelings I have
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| But I know my body shivers when he crosses my path
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| I hope he lasts forever like the heavens above
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| He makes me feel so good
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| But is it love? |
| love, love, love
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| I may be young, but my feelings are true
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| Some people think I don’t know what to do
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| But I do
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| 'Cause that’s how I’m living
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| That’s why my man are constantly giving me
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| Roses, and flowers and beautiful gifts
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| And I really love the way it feels when we kiss
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| But don’t get me wrong because I’m as pure as the snow
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| I’m waiting for the right man don’t you know
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| And when I find him I hope that we’re as tight as a glove
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| But I have to ask myself, is it love? |
| love, love, love
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| Am I being silly? |
| Or can this really be?
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| That I’ve really fallen in love so easily?
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| I haven’t known him long
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| But the feelings are real
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| Content and satisfied is how I feel
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| Whenever he’s near me, and even when he’s not
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| My heart is on fire and I just can’t seem to stop
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| Wanting him, needing him, calling out his name
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| Is it love, or is it insane
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| Only time will tell if we’ll reach the white glove
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| 'Cause I need to know, is it love? |
| love, love, love |