| I think he knows
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| His footprints on the sidewalk
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| Lead to where I can't stop
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| Go there every night
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| I think he knows
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| His hands around a cold glass
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| Make me wanna know that
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| Body like it's mine
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| He got that boyish look that I like in a man
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| I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
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| It's like I'm 17, nobody understands
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| No one understands
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| He got my heartbeat
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| Skipping down 16th Avenue
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| Got that, oh, I mean
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| Wanna see what's under that attitude like
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| I want you, bless my soul
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| And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows
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| I think he knows
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| I think he knows
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| When we get all alone
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| I'll make myself at home
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| And he'll want me to stay
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| I think he knows
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| He better lock it down
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| Or I won't stick around
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| 'Cause good ones never wait (Ha)
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| He got that boyish look that I like in a man
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| I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
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| He's so obsessed with me and, boy, I understand
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| Boy, I understand
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| He got my heartbeat (Heartbeat)
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| Skipping down 16th Avenue
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| Got that, oh, I mean (I mean)
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| Wanna see what's under that attitude like
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| I want you, bless my soul
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| And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows
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| I think he knows
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| I want you, bless my
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| I want you, bless my soul
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| I want you, bless my
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| I want you, bless my soul
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| Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
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| We can follow the sparks, I'll drive
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| Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
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| We can follow the sparks, I'll drive
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| "So where we gonna go?"
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| I whisper in the dark
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| "Where we gonna go?"
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| I think he knows
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| He got my heartbeat (Heartbeat)
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| Skipping down 16th Avenue (Baby)
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| Got that, oh, I mean (I mean)
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| Wanna see what's under that attitude like (Yeah)
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| I want you, bless my soul
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| And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows
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| I think he knows
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| I want you, bless my
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| I want you, bless my soul
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| I want you, bless my (Oh, baby)
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| I want you, bless my soul (He got my heartbeat)
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| I want you, bless my (Skipping down 16th Avenue, baby)
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| I want you, bless my soul
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| I want you, bless my soul
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| And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows |