| From another balcony
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| I saw you looked at me
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| There was some fruit in the air
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| I know it wasn’t sweet back then
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| The smell, it wasn’t sweet back then
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| But now it’s gone away
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| And now I’m feeling down
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| I’ll shake you til my hips turn around
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| Then I’ll shimmy shake, right up to your side
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| I’ll speak until my lungs are dry
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| Then I’ll say, «sometimes I think you think I’ve lost my cool»
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| The thought alone just makes me think that I do
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| Sometimes I think you think I’ve lost my cool
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| You looked at me with brighter eyes in high school
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| Brighter eyes in high school
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| Brighter eyes in high school
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| I could ask you to say the words until my lungs are dry
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| I could say too much too late (say the words til my lungs are dry)
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| Sometimes I think you think I’ve lost my cool
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| The thought alone just makes me think that I do
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| Sometimes I think you think I’ve lost my cool
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| You looked at me with brighter eyes in high school
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| Sometimes I think you think I’ve lost my cool
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| The thought alone just makes me think that I do
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| Sometimes I think you think I’ve lost my cool
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| You looked at me with brighter eyes in high school
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| Brighter eyes in high school
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| Brighter eyes in high school |