| You got something I like
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| You live up to the hype
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| I pray you’ll give me a sign
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| 'Cause I’m hiding something desired
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| I say something you already know
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| Feel my face go red, hope it don’t show
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| Oh, so
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| Your eyes on me and I think you know
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| I’ma blow my cover, I’ma stutter, stutter
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| Do you see me suffering at all?
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| 'Cause I’ma blow my cover, melt like butter
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| Can’t recover
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| Heart’s aflutter
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| 'Cause I’m your lover undercover
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| I’m a bluffer
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| And you won’t see me tryna make a move but I feel you
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| And the girls see me tryna play it cool but I’m see-through
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| 'Cause I lose face each and every time that you come through
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| 'Cause I’m feeling you
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| I see you looking my way
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| And there’s so much I want to say
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| Do you have to be so damn fine?
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| 'Cause I’m trying to ease my mind
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| But you’re walking over and time gets slower
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| And I don’t have a line
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| You say something I already know
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| See your face go red, and yes it shows
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| Oh, so
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| You look at me and say, «Here I go»
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| I’ma blow my cover even if I stutter
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| I can’t take the suffering no more
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| So I’ma blow my cover
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| I just wonder if I holler
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| Would you bother
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| 'Cause I’m your lover undercover
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| I’m a bluffer
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| And I know that I haven’t made a move
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| But I feel you
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| And my boys tell me that it’s plain to see that I’m see-through
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| We can spend some time but if you declined I would pursue
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| 'Cause I’m feeling, I’m feeling, I’m feeling you
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| Oh I’m feeling, I’m feeling you
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| Oh I’m feeling you, yeah
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| Oh I’m feeling, I’m feeling |