| She don’t want a boyfriend
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| She’s looking for a man
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| To take her through the evenings
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| And guide her by his hands
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| So we became fast friends
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| It was an avant-guarde romance
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| Only kissing on the weekends
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| With no strings attached
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| So we became fast friends
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| When she’s feeling lonely
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| The company is kind
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| But my heart is nobody’s
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| And nobody’s is mine
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| So I don’t buy her roses
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| And she don’t want a ring
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| A love that last forever
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| Just ain’t her kind of thing
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| She don’t write me letters
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| Or ask me where I’ve been
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| I’ll tell you whats is,
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| It’s something I can give
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| But now I’m falling in love
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| I can’t explain, I can’t get enough
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| Oh, oh, oh a physical rush
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| A lightening strike when our lips touch
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| So we became fast friends
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| It was an avant-guarde romance
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| Only kissing in the weekends
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| With no strings attached
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| Yeah we became fast friends
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| It was an avant-guarde romance
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| Only kissing in the weekend
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| Line of wrong, the line of wrong we danced
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| We became fast friends |