| he looked at me much more than normal
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| but then it's natural
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| she behaved so cold
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| He hasn't wanted to know anything more about me
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| and he only talks about you, it's a guarantee
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| that girl is mine, almost almost mine,
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| and she's crazy about me, but she still doesn't trust me
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| that girl is mine, almost almost mine,
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| and she's crazy about me, and that's why she's mine
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| she hides and pretends she doesn't see when I say: "hey, where are you going so alone"
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| proud and trembling like a fla
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| her steps are gone for not saying: "hello"
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| that girl is mine, almost almost mine,
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| and she's crazy about me, but she still doesn't trust
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| that girl is mine, almost almost mine,
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| and she's crazy about me, and that's why she's mine
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| and she tells little secrets in his ear
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| to some unknown
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| cutting my gaze
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| but then she when she comes home alone
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| I'm sure he thinks of me hugging the pillow
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| that girl is mine, almost almost mine,
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| and she's crazy about me, but she still doesn't trust
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| that girl is mine, almost almost mine,
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| and she's crazy about me, and that's why she's mine
|
| that girl is mine, almost almost mine,
|
| and she's crazy about me, but she still doesn't trust
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| that girl is mine, almost almost mine,
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| and she's crazy about me, and that's why she's mine |