| «Meet me at the mall,»
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| She whispered from the discount rack
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| Flannel skivvies (pilfered) in her tote bag
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| «Then come over for Monopoly on Sunday.»
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| I’m thinking maybe
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| At her door, twenty cats casing the place
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| Collected works of Franzen on her bookcase
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| That’s scary, but maybe I’m safe
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| With baby
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| I can’t lie
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| I won’t do this with anybody else around
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| Gate’s locked, so crash through it
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| She isn’t anyone
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| Kissing the hero in the photo booth
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| We’re gonna get the picture soon
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| Love’s only magic by the light of the moon
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| And nighttime isn’t absolute
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| Kissing the hero in the photo booth
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| Telescope the star you’ve hitched onto
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| If I had to see her again
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| It’d throw my heart out of whack, baby
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| Why would I lie?
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| I won’t do that to anybody else again
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| Wall’s up for immurement
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| She isn’t anyone to me
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| Kissing the hero in the photo booth
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| We’re gonna get the picture soon
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| Love’s only magic by the light of the moon
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| And nighttime isn’t absolute
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| Kissing the hero in the photo booth
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| Telescope the star you’ve hitched onto
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| I can’t with baby
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| I can’t with baby
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| The only kick that I want comes from a soda can
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| I can’t with baby
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| I can’t with baby
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| The only high that I like comes from
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| Kissing the hero
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| Kissing the hero
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| Kissing the hero in this photo booth
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| Telescope the star you’re hitched on
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| 'Til you see what glitz you made up
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| Glitter’s only dust and glue |