| It’s been awhile
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| Since someone else’s jokes have made me smile
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| A little off-colour
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| But that’s all part of your style
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| You look so good in that sweater boy
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| And your double cuffed jeans, no you’re not like the other guys
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| Ooh, I’m just sippin' on my white wine
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| But when I lean in, you smell like vodka and Crystal Light
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| I wanna know what makes you sad, what’s on your mind?
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| I can’t put my finger on you, but that’s what I like
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| (Ooh)
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| That’s what I like
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| (Ooh)
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| That’s what I like
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| You look so good in that turtleneck
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| And your corduroy fit, haircut looks like an accident
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| You’re so hard to read, your cryptic
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| But when you lean in, we could kiss like the alphabet
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| I wanna know what makes you sad, what’s on your mind?
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| I can’t put my finger on you, but that’s what I like
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| (Ooh)
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| That’s what I like
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| (Ooh)
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| That’s what I like
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| (Ooh)
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| (Ooh)
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| (Ooh)
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| (Ooh)
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| You look so good in that sweater boy
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| And your double cuffed jeans, no you’re not like the other guys
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| Ooh, I’m just sippin' on my white wine
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| But when I lean in, you smell like vodka and Crystal Light |