| Last night was a thriller, was a killer, was a damn good time.
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| I met a pretty girl and I wanted to make her mine.
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| So I took her for a walk and damn, that girl could talk.
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| But talked about all the pretty things and all the shitty things and all the
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| little things that fall between.
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| And oh, pretty girl,
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| I know that I just met you,
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| But I might just dare to say
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| That I love you.
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| And oh, sweet perfection,
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| Won’t you hear my one confession?
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| I’ve been lost, but dear, I’m found.
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| I’ve been lookin’for a girl just like you:
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| You got words to say, but no point to prove.
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| You got me and that’s enough for you,
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| And girl, I got you.
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| I’ve been lookin’for a heart that’s so complete,
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| So satisfied with the little things.
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| I got you and that’s enough for me,
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| So girl, can’t ya see
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| That you and me Could be so free
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| And live happy?
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| So take my hand and let’s run.
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| And oh, pretty girl,
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| I know that I just met you,
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| But I might just dare to say
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| That I love you.
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| And oh, sweet perfection,
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| Won’t you hear my one confession?
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| I’ve been lost, but dear, I’m found.
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| But Dear, I’m found. |