| Here comes my girl
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| Walkin down the street
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| Look how she walks
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| She gotta dancin beat
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| Big wavy hair
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| A little too long
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| All day long
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| She’s singin a song
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| And when I see her in the street
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| My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
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| Gonna walk roght up to her
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| Give her a great big kiss
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| Wham!
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| Tell her that I love her
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| Tell her that I care
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| Tell her I always be there
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| Hey, what color are her eyes?
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| I dunno, she always wears shades
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| Hey, Is she tall?
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| Well, I gotta look up
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| Yeah, well they tell me she’s bad
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| She’s good bad, but she’s not evil
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| (Tell me more, tell me more)
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| Bought myself a sweater
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| Thought it match her eyes
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| Dirty fingernails
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| Oh boy, what a prize
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| Tight khaki pants
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| High button shoes
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| She’s always lookin
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| Like she gots the blues (or born to lose)
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| And when I see her in the street
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| My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
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| Gonna walk roght up to her
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| Give her a great big kiss
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| Wham!
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| Tell her that I love her
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| Tell her that I care
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| Tell her I always be there
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| Tell her I always be there
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| Tell her I always be there
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| Oh, what the hell
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| Is she a good dancer?
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| Waddya mean, is she a good dancer?
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| Well, how does she dance?
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| Close, very very close
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| (Tell me more, tell me more)
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| Bought myself a sweater
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| Thought it match her eyes
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| Dirty fingernails
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| Oh boy, what a prize
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| Tight khaki pants
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| High button shoes
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| She’s always lookin
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| Like she gots the blues (or born to lose)
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| And when I see her in the street
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| My heart takes a leap and skips a beat
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| Gonna walk roght up to her
|
| Give her a great big kiss
|
| Wham!
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| Tell her that I love her
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| Tell her that I care
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| Tell her I always be there
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| Tell her I always be there
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| Tell her I always be there
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| (Shout…whoahs…yeas…ooohs… I gotta always be there…)
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| Always and forever |