| Yeah I know you got few, and I know I got the one,
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| But I gotta take a swing, maybe hit that homerun,
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| Cause girl you outta sight, I must outta mind
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| Too close, we too right, I hope out im not outta line
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| Its like a everyday occurrence, when I walk in spot,
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| Sometimes I be late, catching them smacks before they drop,
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| I see the clock, the train was late then I giv’em a shrug,
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| Bout to get down the hall, not looking love,
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| But ya walk give me chills, I ain’t even got to turn,
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| I know its you, calf muscles like they feel the burn,
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| High heels, high skills, on that corporate path,
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| My job is dead end, a raise, boss just laugh,
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| But its cool, its pay bills, Got no time to complain,
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| Your perfume from down the hall drive a brother insane,
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| You pop in ya head in, and I just give you the nod,
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| Cause I’m on the phone grinding, try to find another job,
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| Or I’m working, you can’t tell the hours a blur,
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| But when you come back through, im like «what's up with you girl»?
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| We chop it up, small talk, then you tell me bout them,
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| All ya’ll dudes, how you smooth, and they fly you on trips,
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| Yeah I know you got few, and I know I got the one,
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| But I gotta take a swing, maybe hit that homerun,
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| Cause girl you outta sight, I must outta mind
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| Too close, we too right, I hope out im not outta line
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| Conversation just continue and we both lose time,
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| I feel your grind, I just listen, cause Im cool with mine,
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| We real comfortable like buddies ain’t no reason to trip,
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| But when you get up to a walkout a «damn» just slip,
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| You just giggle and I try to just cough it off,
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| You tell me you’ll see me later and ya voice so soft,
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| I throw some water on my face, try to get back right,
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| But then dreams take control in the mid of the night,
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| A straight page from them late flicks on tv,
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| You back in my office, strutting, all hear is Stevie,
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| Next day I’m early, lined up, trying hard to impress,
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| But I don’t see you, and deflates my chest,
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| Then I’m looking at my pictures of my girl on my desk,
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| Then I start to laugh, thinking my ego’s a mess,
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| Grab some flowers on the way home, with a few steaks,
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| Kiss my girl as I walk in, feeling good, feeling great.
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| Yeah I know you got few, and I know I got the one,
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| But I gotta take a swing, maybe hit that homerun,
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| Cause girl you outta sight, I must outta mind
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| Too close, we too right, I hope out im not outta line |