| She’s interested in me
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| I’m interested in her
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| But there’s a distance
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| Each morning as she walks
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| Our eyes exchange a thought
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| Our hearts, an interest
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| I’ve seen her at the club
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| Expanding with the funk
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| She looks so brilliant
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| She sticks close to her friends
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| And when the music ends
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| She is the Indian
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| I’d like to meet the Elephant Girl
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| I feel we know each other so well
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| From eyes that meet the love they seek
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| Interested to get close to you
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| Interested to get close to you
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| I’m interested to meet
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| The girl that looks at me
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| I will be trying
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| Her colour unlike mine
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| Her hair the plaited vine
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| I will be climbing
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| My leg is always pulled
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| By friends who really would
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| But say they wouldn’t
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| The joke’s against my heart
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| Immediately she’s barred
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| Their hearts are wooden
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| I’d like to meet the Elephant Girl
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| I feel we know each other so well
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| From eyes that meet the love they seek
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| Interested to get close to you
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| Interested to get close to you
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| I’m interested in her
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| She’s interested in me
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| Her distance shortens
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| She walks towards the light
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| I walk towards the lines
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| That seem important
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| I’m counting up to ten
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| By five she’s gone again
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| Into the distance
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| I’ll try again to nudge my
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| Courage for the love/look
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| Without resistance
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| I’d like to meet the Elephant Girl
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| I feel we know each other so well
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| From eyes that meet the love they seek
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| Interested to get close to you
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| Interested to get close to you |