| From right out of nowhere
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| Looking like someone
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| Unaware of her beauty
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| It doesn’t take one to know one
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| She complains 'bout the music
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| Trying to be hardcore
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| And you might not like the DJ
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| But you’re the queen of the dancefloor
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| She see right in front of you
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| Looking down
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| Fighting a smile
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| She looks fine
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| A little tense when she’s spoken to
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| But it’s alright
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| I’m her kind of guy
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| There were too many people
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| Too many voices
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| There’s never easy to stand out
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| When there’s so many choices
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| You put on your best smile
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| Then you act like you’ve got something to lose
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| Grab her arm like she belongs to you
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| And put on your dancing shoes
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| She see right in front of you
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| Looking down
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| Fighting a smile
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| She looks fine
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| A little tense when she’s spoken to
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| But it’s alright
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| I’m her kind of guy
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| -instrumental pause-
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| You don’t even know her
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| You just know how to make her smile
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| And you don’t know how you know how
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| But you’ve been knowing it all night
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| It’s four in the morning
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| And you’re ignoring the sunrise
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| But now you don’t mind the distance
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| 'coz you can see her when you close your eyes
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| She see right in front of you
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| Looking down
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| Fighting a smile
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| She looks fine
|
| A little tense when she’s spoken to
|
| But it’s alright
|
| I’m her kind of guy
|
| She see right in front of you
|
| Looking down
|
| Fighting a smile
|
| She looks fine
|
| A little tense when she’s spoken to
|
| But it’s alright
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| I’m her kind of guy |