| Simply knowing you exist
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| Ain’t good enough for me
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| But asking for your telephone number
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| Seems highly inappropriate
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| Seeing as I can’t even say hi when you walk by
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| And that time you shook my hand
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| It felt so nice
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| I swear I’ve never felt
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| This way about any other guy
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| And I don’t usually
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| Notice people’s eyes, but
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| I conducted a plan
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| To bump into you most accidentally
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| But I was walking along
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| And I bumped into you much more heavily
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| Than I’d originally planned
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| It was well embarrassing and
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| I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat
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| I just think that we get on
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| Oh I wish I could tell you face to face
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| Instead of singing this stupid song
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| But yeah I just think that we might get on
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| So I went to that party
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| Everyone, they were kind of arty
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| And I was wearing this dress
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| Cause I wanted to impress
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| But I wasn’t sure if I looked my best
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| Cause I was so nervous
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| But I carried on regardless
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| Strutting through each room trying to find you
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| And when I saw you
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| Kissing that girl
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| My heart it shattered
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| And my eyes they watered
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| And when I tried to speak I stuttered
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| And my friends were like, «Whatever
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| You’ll find someone better
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| His eyes were way too close together
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| And we never even liked him from the start
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| And now he’s with that tart
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| And I heard she done some really nasty stuff down in the park
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| With Michael, he said she’s easy
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| And if your guy’s with someone that sleazy
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| Then he ain’t worth your time
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| Cause you deserve a real nice guy»
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| So I proceeded to get drunk and cry
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| And lock myself in the toilet for the entire night
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| Saturday night I watched channel five
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| I particularly like CSI
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| I don’t ever dream
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| About you and me
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| I don’t ever make up stuff about us
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| That would be classed as insanity
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| I don’t ever drive by your house
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| To see if you’re in
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| I don’t even have an opinion
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| On that tramp that you’re still seeing
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| I don’t know your timetable
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| I don’t know your face off by heart
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| But I must admit
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| That there is still a part Of me
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| That thinks we might get on
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| That we could get on
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| That we should get on |