| What’s wrong with admitting I think about you
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| A little more than a little bit
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| What’s wrong with saying that I really want to
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| I wanna know if you want to get closer
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| Or keep things this way
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| Flirting in an innocent shade of gray
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| Hey, I don’t mind
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| Hey, I don’t mind
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| Hey, I don’t mind
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| Hey, I don’t mind
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| Hey, I don’t mind
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| Bang, bang… bang
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| Bang, bang, bang… bang, bang
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| Maybe on Saturday we meet for coffee
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| Or anything that you got in mind
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| And if we’re still together on Sunday
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| We can take it as a good sign of true chemistry and we’re
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| Up on a road to discovering something
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| Hey, I don’t mind
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| She said she wants your anaconda
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| She want it proper, made an offer
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| Said ba-ba-baby take me up like Norman Connors
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| Don’t wanna take it too far
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| If you fail it’s who fault
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| Eat that humble pie like it was rhubarb
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| An open relationship
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| You thought you could take the shit
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| ‘Til you found out she’s more open than you are
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| Outta pocket like a cue ball
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| Out here staying single for a shingle when you could have tore her roof off
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| Tell me the way, baby
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| Tell me the way to your heart |