| You better watch out
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| 'Cause one of these days
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| I’ll turn and ask you on a date
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| 'Cause every bus ride
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| You sit beside me I kill myself for things to say
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| I’d take you to a film or maybe to a party
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| We’d mix and mingle with the cityscape of youth
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| They drink their Stellas and they
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| They wear their getups that say
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| They believe in something, but they don’t at all
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| You’re not a one-stop, baby, let me tell you
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| You’re not a one-stop, baby, I swear
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| Oh, driver, don’t stop, don’t stop, never stop
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| 'Cause here beside me sits the girl of my prayers
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| «Caw caw! |
| You can’t conquer them all
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| You can’t conquer them all, so don’t try, no, don’t try.»
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| Mister Meek speaks
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| And from my shoulder he squeaks
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| And I can’t get up the cheek to just say hi We seem so far away
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| In this knock-off of a heyday
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| There are handshakes and that’s okay
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| But it’s nothing like the touch from knee to knee |