| I never thought it peculiar
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| That you never gave me a smile
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| I wasn’t socially suited
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| To make it worth your while
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| Oh no and I never thought it peculiar
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| That my heart always beat like a drum
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| Each time I would see you walk by me
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| You were as pretty as they come
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| So I sent some flowers to your doorstep
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| And wrote on the card «I love you.»
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| I don’t know why but I do know that I
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| Had a feeling that you liked me too
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| So I never thought it peculiar
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| When you stopped to ask me the time
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| And I don’t think it’s terribly peculiar
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| That now, little girl, you are mine
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| So I sent some flowers to your doorstep
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| And wrote on the card «I love you.»
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| I don’t know why but I do know that I
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| Had a feeling that you liked me too
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| So I never thought it peculiar
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| When you stopped to ask me the time
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| And I don’t think its terribly peculiar
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| That now, little girl, you are mine
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| That now, little girl, you are mine
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| That now, little girl, you are mine |