| She’s got a ballpark figure
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| He’s got a ballpoint pen
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| Travel around for weeks at a time
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| Writing down descriptions of the places they been
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| She plays guitar but nothing fancy
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| With no intention of becoming a star
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| Only thing that’s bothering him these days
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| Is where he’s gonna find a good ten cent cigar
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| Cliches, good ways
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| Say what you mean, mean what you say
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| She never did make her debut
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| He never made it to class
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| She’s 86'd from the Chart Room
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| He’s 29 and pushin' 30 real fast
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| They’re funny when they get to rockin'
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| Goin' out for the night on the town
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| Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in focus
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| Just to look at when they finally slow down
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| Full moon, so soon
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| Wishin' every month of the year could be June
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| He’s always tuned into Star Trek
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| She’s always tuned into him
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| Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
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| Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim
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| Tonight they’re gonna go star gazing
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| And try to figure out which one they’re near
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| Try as they might I don’t think they’ll reach the height
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| She know you can’t get there from here
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| Full moon, so soon
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| Wishin' every month of the year could be June
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| Cliches, good ways
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| Say what you mean, mean what you say
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| Just say what you mean, mean what you say |