| This is the day
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| The day of my life
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| I am about to grow old
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| The taste of her chewing gum still in my mouth
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| I follow her wherever she goes
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| Wonder if she’d ever reckogince me
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| If I was part of a crowd
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| If I threw you a smile would it open your eyes
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| Would you have to look twice
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| I wonder if she knows that she takes all my time
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| Wonder if she thinks that I’m pretty
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| I wonder some times, did I do alright?
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| And how I know what she’ll wear almost every day
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| Every day… every day… every day…
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| If I were to ask out one of your friends
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| Just to find out where you’d go
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| Would I stand a chance if I asked you to dance?
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| Would you like me or would you let me know?
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| If we were to meet in a dark dead-end street
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| Would you think of me as a threat?
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| Would you feel tense, would you call up your friends?
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| Would you kiss me out of my breath?
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| I wonder if she knows that she takes all my time
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| Wonder if she thinks that I’m pretty
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| I wonder some times, did I do alright?
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| And how I know what she’ll wear almost every day
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| Every day… every day… every day… |