| I don’t what it is
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| Is it your blue eyes, or the tenderness in your smile?
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| I don’t what it is
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| Is it the way you hold my hand?
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| Or the way you, you stand like a man?
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| The shows not over, no
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| So don’t close the curtains, no
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| Well, say goodbye to the outside
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| And let, let the world see the light
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| I don’t what it is
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| Is it your beautiful skin or the way you, you look at me?
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| I don’t what it is
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| Is it your sweet face? |
| Or the way you, you fill up my head space?
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| The shows not over, no
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| So don’t close the curtains, no
|
| Well, say goodbye to the outside
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| And let, let the world see the light
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| I don’t what it is
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| I don’t what it is
|
| Is it your sweet face, or the way you fill up my head space?
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| And the shows not over, no
|
| So don’t close the curtains, no
|
| Well, say goodbye to the outside
|
| And let, let the world see the light
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| Yeah, let, let the world see the light
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| Yeah, let, let the world see the light
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| And let, let the world see the light |