| Though I seem cool, calm and collected
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| Making my way to hipster with glasses
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| Was a little more than just nerve wrackin'
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| Kinda' just counted on her to turn me into goo
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| Praise Whatever it ended with a smile
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| Cause for a bit, a tad, a little while
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| I expected you two, to save the day with sly remarks
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| Like «he's so cute» and «whatever you want"s
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| Though the white jacket didn’t fit
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| The friends I came with did, perfectly
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| Snugged right to my body
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| Like sad movies and late night drinks
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| Could’ve guessed by the end of the hour
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| There was more than just a little smile on my face
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| Covered in custard and cookies and cream
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| Pissed off I had to leave
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| But all has to end
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| You got a smile that could light this town
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| And we might need it
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| Cause it gets dark around here
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| Real dark around here
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| Most of my old friends
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| I can only stand for the weekend
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| But that doesn’t apply here
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| Doesn’t apply here
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| The day started with a bloody drip
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| And a taste on my lips
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| That was a lot less than desired
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| Awkward moments to the side
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| Not all expiring fast
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| A tank top that didn’t cover a thing
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| And a zipped down hoodie
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| Zipped to the bottom
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| Had us laughing every time
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| No matter how many chest hairs there were in sight
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| You got a smile that could light this town
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| And we might need it
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| Cause it gets dark around here
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| Real dark around here
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| Most of my old friends
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| I can only stand for the weekend
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| But that doesn’t apply here
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| Doesn’t apply here |