| Walking down the street like she owns the world
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| Take a look at her, the high-class girl
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| She looks so fine on the outside but inside she out somewhere
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| Can she be reached? |
| No, she’s out of touch
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| Vibrations that she sends out say «take me home, please»
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| And you think maybe she’s got possibilities
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| Well, the flame in her eye will get you high, but she’ll leave you colder than
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| ice
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| Can she be reached? |
| No, she’s out of touch
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| Hears the pitch, she blows the game
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| Looks like blood but feels like pain
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| I know what you’re goin' through, yeah
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| Just a bit of free advice
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| Before you have to pay the price
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| She’s been with much more than you
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| Walking down the street like she owns the world
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| Take a look at her, the high-class girl
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| She looks so fine on the outside but inside she out somewhere
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| Can she be reached? |
| No, she’s out of touch
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| Hears the pitch, she blows the game
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| Looks like blood but feels like pain
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| I know what you’re goin' through, yeah
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| Just a bit of free advice
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| Before you have to pay the price
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| She’s been with much more than you
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| She’s out of touch, yeah, yeah
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| She’s out of touch, yeah
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| I know she’s out of touch! |