| Monday
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| Jo-Anna spends an hour with her magazine
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| The day is kinda grey and so lazy
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| She goes aaaahh…
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| And hey boy
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| Jo-Anna's in the mirror in her dressing gown
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| Talking to a friend who lives uptown
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| She goes aaaahh…
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| My love… and beyond
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| Oh, I wish she was my love
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| My love… and beyond beyond
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| Jo-Anna says I’m not the only one
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| Jo-Anna says I’ll never be the one
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| But when she smiles there’s something in her eyes
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| That tells me I’m not like the other guys
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| Jo-Anna says — I have to give her time
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| Jo-Anna says — if she’s gonna make up her mind
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| Jo-Anna says — I have to wait in the line
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| Or come back tomorrow
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| Monday
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| Sitting in a window in a cheap hotel
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| Lighting up the room with a candle
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| I go aaaahh…
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| And hey boy
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| She says that I’m a mess any given day
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| Then laughs as she leaves for a party
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| I go aaaahh…
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| My love… and beyond
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| Oh, I wish it was my love
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| My love… and beyond beyond
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| Jo-Anna says I’m not the only one
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| Jo-Anna says I’ll never be the one
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| But when she smiles there’s something in her eyes
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| That tells me I’m not like the other guys
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| Jo-Anna says — I have to give her time
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| Jo-Anna says — if she’s gonna make up her mind
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| Jo-Anna says — I have to stand in the line
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| Or come back tomorrow |