| Well, it was such an awkward night
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| It was such an awkward night
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| Well, I felt like a fool, tongue tied and tipsy, too
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| But you thought I was Mr. Right
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| What a wonderful, awkward night
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| You looked me over, I guess you liked what you saw
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| And you looked cool, drinking beer from a pink straw
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| I took a breath through the hole in my chest
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| Where my heart had disappeared
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| It was love, and it was weird
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| It was such an awkward night
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| It was such an awkward night
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| Well, I felt like a fool, tongue tied and tipsy, too
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| But you thought I was Mr. Right
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| What a wonderful, awkward night, hey
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| The night I met you, what a humble «How do you do?»
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| Tongued tied and tipsy, too
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| I won’t forget you, and a bashful past just for two
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| I flipped my lid right over you
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| 'Cause it was such an awkward night
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| It was such an awkward night
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| Well, I felt like a fool, tongue tied and tipsy, too
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| But you thought I was Mr. Right
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| What a wonderful, awkward
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| Oh, what an awkward
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| A wonderful, awkward night |