The first step is to see a hot chick
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You gotta think that she's the one to pick
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You stare at her tits and look into her eyes
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Before you know it, you love her more than fries
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You wanna ask her out but what would she say?
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You hope and you pray she'll notice you one day
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You see her walking by but you run and hide
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You can't get up the nerve to swallow your pride
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You see them, You want them
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Can't have them, Write about them
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She sits there all alone waiting for her friends
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You have no balls so you sit at the other end
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You go home and pick up your guitar
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You write about how nice her sweet legs are
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You know you can't have her so you write about her looks
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You'll never forget how you felt when she walked past and shook
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The next step is to see her, you think you're on your way
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At this point you're infatuated but you still run away
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Shane Kramer ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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Girl Songwriting 101 (More Than Fries)
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