| You’re no less than perfect
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| But you’re more than real
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| You’re untouchable
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| How does it make you feel?
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| And I’m waiting in line to be near you
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| And I can’t believe my eyes
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| The kisses are all blown to you every time
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| But I’d rather leave you than see through the fantasy
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| And I’d rather stay shy and get high on what could be
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| I don’t wanna know, what you do, where you go
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| But I wanna know, who you really are
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| A glistening smile
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| A twinkle in your eye
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| Well, I can smile like that
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| Just give me a try
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| And I’ve traveled around just to hear you
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| And your songs don’t leave my mind
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| So tell me what should I do to get you to say «Hi»
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| But I’d rather leave you than see through the fantasy
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| And I’d rather stay shy and get high on what could be
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| I don’t wanna know, what you do, where you go
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| But I wanna know, who you really are, who you are
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| And I’ve traveled around just to hear you
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| And your songs don’t leave my mind
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| So tell me what should I do?
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| But I’d rather leave you than see through the fantasy
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| And I’d rather stay shy and get high on what could be
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| I don’t wanna know what you do, where you go
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| But I wanna know
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| I don’t wanna know what you do, where you go
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| I don’t wanna know who you are, who you are |