| Oh I can’t stop myself
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| From thinking of all the way things had to go
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| She said is something wrong
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| Then I bent my neck and
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| Rubbed the aches out and took my pen
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| It’s calling me
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| My diary
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| From the days I once belonged
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| She’s calling me
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| I call her bee
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| You know I think that I’m in love
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| And now with all the friends
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| That up and left
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| There’s no one loyal like that girl
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| Kicking it with my best friend
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| Clover
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| Looking over your shoulder
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| Though I can’t help myself
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| From messing up it ain’t time for me to fold
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| And if only I could darn my socks
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| I wouldn’t stitch a hole
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| Burnt from nights spent dancing alone
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| It’s calling me
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| My driver’s seat
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| Where to go when nowhere to belong
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| She’s calling me
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| Queen bee
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| Ya you know I think that I’m in love
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| And now with all the friends
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| I haven’t met
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| There’s no one loyal like that girl
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| Kicking it with my best friend
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| Clover
|
| Looking over your shoulder
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| And now with all the friends
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| I haven’t met
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| There’s no one loyal like that girl
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| Kicking it with my best friend
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| Clover
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| Looking over your shoulder |