| I got your number right off the wall
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| Bristol 285 won’t you give me a call
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| Well I was 15 thought I was hot
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| I didn’t know if you’d see me or not
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| And that night as we stepped out
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| We were hand in hand
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| But my friends all seemed to know you
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| I couldn’t understand
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| That everybody knew, everybody knew, they knew your name
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| But nobody wants nobody wants to play your game
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| You seemed so shy so all alone-y
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| Without any hint of ever being phony
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| But then the little things that came to light
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| Like the strange hours you worked late at night
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| And as we laid in your bed that night
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| You made me feel like a king
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| Then as I looked into your eyes
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| I heard that telephone ring
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| And everybody knows, everybody knows, they know your name
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| But nobody wants, nobody wants, to play your game
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| Oh no, they don’t want to know your game again
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| (instrumental)
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| And everybody knows, everybody knows, they know your name
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| Nobody wants, nobody wants, to play your game
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| And everybody knew, everybody knew, they knew your name
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| But nobody wants nobody wants to play your game
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| (instrumental to the end…) |