It's six o'clock and I just got home
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I've had a hard day but that's okay
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And I'm gonna be fine cause I'm going out tonight
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So why do I feel so nervous
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Why do I even care
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Oh, it's so damn typical
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Don't know what I should wear
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So I put on my dress, put on my shoes
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Put on my face, put on my jewels
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I went and put on everything
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Oh waiting for you
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Then I saw myself and I put on a smile
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I feel more excited than I've been in awhile
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I feel more excited than I've been in awhile
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And I'm feeling high, I'm feeling high
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I'm feeling high, I'm feeling high
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oh I'm feeling so high
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It's eight o'clock and we're driving
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Down Melrose Avenue
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We stop off at a restaurant
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But I can't stop staring at you
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And the waitress is so pretty
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But you just don't seem to care
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Cause we've been laughing and talking all this time
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And we're slowly getting there
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And I wonder if you're feeling like
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you never ever felt before
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Cause I do, oh baby I do
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It's like that strange familiar feeling
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that we've known each other once before
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Cause I do, oh baby I do, oh baby I do
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And I'm feeling high, I'm feeling high
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I'm feeling high, I'm feeling high
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oh I'm feeling so high
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It's six AM and I just got home...
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And I'm feeling high, I'm feeling high
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I'm feeling high, I'm feeling high
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oh I'm feeling so high
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Feeling High
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| Anika Paris |
