| Don’t look at me now, I’ve seen this before
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| Set your eyes on one, drop her dead on the floor
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| You’re handsome and charming
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| It’s almost alarming
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| Surely a waste of time
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| Hey look at me now, do you see what you did?
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| You went and you found all the things that I hid
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| And you brought them to light
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| With a laugh and a fight
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| Like a wild and mischievous kid
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| Yeah I know your kind
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| It’s just like mine
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| Hey, look at the trees
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| How they move in the breeze
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| How they shine in the light like they do
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| No I’m not afraid
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| Of the things that you say
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| And I’ll tell you what you want me to
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| Well it seems I’ve got eyes for you
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| The melody moves
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| On the words that you choose
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| And you play it alone in the dark
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| You find me and say
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| «Hell it’s been quite a day
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| «Do you mind if I sing the low part?»
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| Yeah you know that I know
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| The way that this goes
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| Hey look at the trees
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| How they move in the breeze
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| How they dance like the old folks do
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| No I’m not afraid
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| Of you running away
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| Darling, I’m half-expecting you to
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| Still I’ve got eyes for you |
| Well a loveable
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| How he can make a fool
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| Fall for his hook and a line
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| And he surely can tell
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| When he wears out his welcome
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| And moves along, making good time
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| Oh I know your kind
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| And it seems you know mine
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| Hey look at the leaves
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| How they dance in the breeze
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| How they fall and then come back new
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| No we ain’t hit the ground
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| But we’re on our way down
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| And there ain’t a damn thing we can do
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| Still I’ve got eyes for you
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| Still I’ve got eyes for you
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| Still I’ve got eyes for you |