| She doesn’t talk much
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| But other than that she’s really cool
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| She’s taking laps inside my head
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| Like it’s a swimming pool
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| And with a whip of her hair
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| She’s blowing me away
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| I would introduce myself
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| But I don’t know what to say
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| My mind scrambles
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| But all I can find
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| Is «I like your pants»
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| She says «they're not mine»
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| Now my confidence, on the decline
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| She starts smiling
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| And her teeth shine
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| Oh, how her teeth shine
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| Oh, and I can’t live without it
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| Yeah, how I can talk about it
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| I’m not the one to just brush it off and play it cool
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| I’m sweating worse than kindergarten, first day of school
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| And like it’s nothing at all, she sits down next to me
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| I look into her big blue eyes, I’m choked up and I can’t speak
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| My mind scrambles
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| But all I can find
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| Is «How about this night?»
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| She says «It's just fine»
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| Now my confidence, on the decline
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| She starts smiling
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| And her teeth shine
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| Oh, how her teeth shine
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| Oh, and I can’t live without it
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| Yeah, how I can talk about it
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| And I don’t know why I even bother
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| And this time I’m taking it much farther
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| And my God, I think I’ve got to have her
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| Well good God, I’ll just go out and grab her |