| I see you every day
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| Walking down the avenue
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| I’d like to get to know you
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| But all I do is smile at you
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| Oh baby when it comes to talking
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| My tongue get so thight
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| This sidewalk love affair
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| Has got me high as a kite
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| Well I’m a slow walker
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| But girl I’d race a mile for you
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| Just to get back in time
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| For my peek-a-boo rendezvous
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| Well baby maby it’s the way
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| You wear you’re blue jeans so tight
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| I can’t put my finger
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| On what you’re doing right
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| Well I’m standing on a corner
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| Smiling by a telephone
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| I’d like to check you over
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| Get to know you with a fine tooth comb
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| Oh baby when I get home, I turn out the light
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| And then you come a strolling through
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| My dreams every night
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something 'bout you baby I like |