Last time she jumped out the window, well, she only turned and
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smiled. You might think she would say something, but you'd have to
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wait a while.
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Well the lady don't mind.
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No, no, no, the lady don't mind
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She just turns her head and disappears,
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I kinda like that style
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Little boat that floats on a river, it's drifting through a haze
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She stops by whenever she wants to, well, there she goes again
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Well, it's no trouble at all.
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No, no, no trouble at all
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Well, what she does
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is all right with me, and
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I kinda like that style
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Come on. come on. I go up and down.
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I like this curious feeling. I know, I see.
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It's like make believe. Cover your ears
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so you can hear what I'm saying.
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I'm not lost but I don't know
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Where I am. I got a question.
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All right. All right. This is what we like.
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Who knows, who knows,
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What I'm thinking
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She says love is not what she's after,
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and everyone knows.
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Each time she looks in the mirror,
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she lets her feelings show.
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Well, the lady don't mind
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No, no, no, the lady don't mind.
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Well, what she says is all right by me,
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and I kinda like that style
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Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Here we go again
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I don't know, I don't know,
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What I'm sayin'.
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Hey man. Hey man.
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I sure don't feel the same
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She likes to say what she's feeling
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Hey. Did I get a big surprise.
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I know you think so.
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Come on. Come on. She says anything.
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Who knows, who knows,
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what she's thinking.
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The Lady Don't Mind
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| Talking Heads |
