| Boy meets girl, girl teases boy
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| Boy looks for something to destroy
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| He’s into her, she’s onto him
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| And that’s the way it’s always been
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| She’ll be with you if you want her to
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| Unless she finds out that you do
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| Then somehow she won’t want to be
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| It turns around so suddenly
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| And I’m like «yeah» but she’s all «no»
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| And I’m all «come on, baby, let’s go»
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| And she’s like «I don’t think so»
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| And I’m going…
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| The search for love and happiness
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| Turns out to be a game of chess
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| You can’t move or you’ll flip the board
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| And you’re lying in pieces on the floor
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| I’m like «um» and she’s all «hey»
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| And I’m all «come on, baby, let’s play»
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| And she’s like «that's okay»
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| And I’m going…
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| Every day I just want to say
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| I love her madly, but I do it so badly
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| That when I do, I can’t get through
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| If she even listens she’s way off in the distance
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| Success in these relationships
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| Rests more or less on gamesmanship
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| And these are ships that I can’t board
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| Or keep in order or afford
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| I’m like «yeah» but she’s all «no»
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| And I’m all «come on, baby, let’s go»
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| And she’s like «I don’t think so»
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| And I’m going…
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| I’m going…
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| I’m going… |