| What was that about the ballroom
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| Dancing class I asked about
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| It was all I thought about
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| But you were sailing
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| We might get a chance to talk
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| And talk might lead to dance
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| And maybe dance might lead to dates
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| Dates and aging
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| Hope you let your intuition
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| Proceed my reputation
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| Cause I have one
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| Well I am what you see
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| I am not what they say
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| But if I turned out to be
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| Could you love me anyway
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| Standing in none of this hope
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| In your heart
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| Will just wake up and ask for me by name
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| Maybe some day will ask for me by name
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| Just not today
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| Well if this is love
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| Then it’s hard to say
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| That the notes in your books
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| And your reaching away
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| Now confidence issues with your intentions
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| And I’m not yept to all your tricks
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| With your algebra your politics
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| And the band is pulled with hotel intervention
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| So don’t you leave by my lonesome
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| To exceed my reputation
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| Cause I have one
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| Well I am what you see
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| I am not what they say
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| But if I turned out to be
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| Could you love me anyway
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| Standing in none of this hope
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| In your heart
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| Will just wake up to ask for me by name
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| Maybe some day will ask for me by name
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| Just not today
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| I’m always here
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| To walk you home
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| Headed for own
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| ???Till again I need it
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| Well I am what you see
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| I am not what they say
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| But if I turned out to be
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| Could you love me anyways
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| I am what you see
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| I am not what they say
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| But if I turned out to be
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| Could you love me anyway
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| Standing in none of this hope, in your heart
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| Will just wake up and ask for me by name
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| Maybe some day will ask for me by name
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| Just not today |