| Walking down the street, hand in mine
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| It don’t keep them other guys
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| And their wandering eyes from looking at you
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| That’s alright and that’s okay
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| Who can blame 'em anyway?
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| You’re so pretty, and you ain’t even got a clue
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| 'Cause everywhere we go, girl
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| You’re the star of the show
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| And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
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| What’s your name?
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| Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
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| Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
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| That you are, you are, you are
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| The star of the show
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| You’re the star of the show, yeah, baby
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| Friday night on the town
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| We walk in and you draw a crowd
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| Even the band seems to sing for you
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| Ease on up, order a drink, barkeep says it’s all on me
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| You look at me and laugh like you don’t know what to do
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| Baby, you’re so cute
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| 'Cause everywhere we go, girl
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| You’re the star of the show
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| And everybody’s wondering and wanting to know
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| Whats your name?
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| Who’s that girl, with the prettiest smile in the world?
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| Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
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| That you are, you are, you are
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| The star of the show, yeah
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| You’re the star of the show, baby, yeah yeah
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| Even in a ponytail, in a pair of jeans
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| You look like a cover of a magazine
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| Baby, you’re the only one who doesn’t see
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| That everywhere we go, girl
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| You’re the star of the show
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| And everyone’s wondering and wanting to know
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| Whats your name?
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| Who’s that girl with the luckiest guy in the world?
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| Oh, what gets me the most is you don’t even know
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| That you are, you are, you are
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| You are, you are, you are
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| Baby, you are, you are, you are the star of the show.
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| Don’t you know, you’re the star of the show, baby |