| Yes I see you I’m no fool
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| But I gotta keep cool
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| Cause it scares me how beautiful you look
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| I got some questions I gotta ask but first
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| I’ll bump my fist against my chest, I’m the best
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| (I psych myself up, yes)
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| First question, am I good enough, do I need to change?
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| Next question, am I tall enough, do I need extra game? |
| Oh
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| Third question, am I brave enough, can I get your name?
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| I know I’m strange, but all I wanna say is…
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| Hello, hey, hi, bye
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| Who’s that peeking in the distance
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| Blurry mirage a life wished to live
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| Be good to see what happens
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| Better than being stuck in what I think
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| How’s about a conversation
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| Beyond the hi’s and how you doing
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| How’s about the becoming
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| Bliss bliss in the way were relating
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| All the the pages still stuck together now
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| With coffee stains and bent corners
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| But I swear I’m a good read
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| From the cover to the blurb
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| Sonnets and words to feed the mind yes
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| You’d be filled to the brim yes
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| Are you willing to dive in dear
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| But first we gotta say
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| Hello, hey, hi, bye |