| I see you ev’ry day
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| Walkin’down the avenue
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| I like to get to know ya But all I do is smile at you.
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| 'cause Baby when it comes to talkin'
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| My tongue gets up tight
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| This side-walk love affair
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| Has got me high as a kite.
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| Yeah
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| yeah
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| there’s somethin''bout you Baby
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| I like.
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| Well
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| I’m a slow walker
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| But girl
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| I’d race a mile for you
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| Just to get back in time
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| For my peek aboo-rendezvous.
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| Well
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| maybe it’s the way you wear
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| Your blue jeans so tight
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| I can’t put my finger on What you’re doin’right.
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| Yeah
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| yeah
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| there’s somethin''bout you Baby
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| I like.
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| Yeah
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| yeah
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| there’s somethin''bout you Baby
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| I like.
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| I’m standin’on a corner
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| Smilling by a telephone
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| I love to check you over
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| Got to know you with a fine tooth comb.
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| Oh Baby
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| when I get home
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| I turn out the light
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| And than you come in strolling
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| Through my dreams ev’ry night.
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| Yeah
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| yeah
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| there’s somethin''bout you Baby
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| I like.
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| Yeah
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| yeah
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| there’s somethin''bout you Baby
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| I like. |