| I’ve never known a girl like you before
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| Now, just like in a song from days of yore
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| Here you come a-knocking, knocking on my door
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| And I’ve never known a girl like you before
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| You give me just a taste so I want more
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| Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw
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| 'Cause now you got me crawling, crawling on the floor
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| And I’ve never known a girl like you before
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| You made me acknowledge the devil in me
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| I hope to God I’m talking metaphorically
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| I hope that I’m talking allegorically
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| I know that I’m talking about the way I feel
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| And I’ve never known a girl like you before
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| Never, never, never, never
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| I’ve never known a girl like you before
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| This old town’s changed so much
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| I don’t feel that I belong
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| Too many protest singers
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| Not enough protest songs
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| And then you come along
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| Yeah, you come along
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| Oh, you come along
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| Oh, you come along
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| It’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right
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| Yeah, it’s all right |