| Baby, we don’t need no windows up
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| I let your hair down, girl, let’s just cruise
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| Feelin' like I window shop
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| I’m starring at your pictures, wonderin' how I get through
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| I don’t know anymore
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| How to hit you up to sit down for a minute
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| I don’t know anymore
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| How to hit the hype train, but I got a ticket
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| And baby got the world in the palms of her hands like she’s Atlas
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| Everybody silent when she posin' like an actress
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| Double tap on IG when she postin' from her mattress
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| Highlight on her cheeks, like you’ll never catch her lackin'
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| In fact, it’s more actually practical jokers
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| You in space, when you glimpse at her face
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| And get lost in thoughts of fate, or a date or a smile
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| As she passes by, gaining faith in love with no time to ask her why
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| Can you tell me what’s up?
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| I’m feelin' like the only one for me is you
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| I guess it’s like I’m window shoppin'
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| Hopin' that I muster up the heart to choose what I want to say
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| Every single outcome runnin' through my brain
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| Feelin' like I’m Doctor Strange
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| 14 million times, this the one I gotta face
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| Baby, we don’t need no windows up
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| I let your hair down, girl, let’s just cruise
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| Feelin' like I window shop
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| I’m starring at your pictures, wonderin' how I get through
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| I don’t know anymore
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| How to hit you up to sit down for a minute
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| I don’t know anymore
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| How to hit the hype train, but I got a ticket
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| Girl, you make my heart skip a beat, then stop
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| Didn’t know you existed but I wished it like you’re Loch Ness
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| I just wanna kick it, but you didn’t, we forgot, yeah
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| Guess it’s somethin' farfetched
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| Catch me in the stars, rearranging where they are, yes
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| Everybody’s heartless, struttin' 'til they see-through
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| And we’re where love’s gone, baby girl, we need you
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| Or at least those are the words I would say
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| If I could get close enough to your force-field to infiltrate
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| Baby, we don’t need no windows up
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| I let your hair down, girl, let’s just cruise
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| Feelin' like I window shop
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| I’m starring at your pictures, wonderin' how I get through
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| I don’t know anymore
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| How to hit you up to sit down for a minute
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| I don’t know anymore
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| How to hit the hype train, but I got a ticket
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| Da da da da ah ah
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| Dwee dee dee dee dee dee
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| Do do do do oh oh
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| Budda da da da da da da da da da |