is she looking straight at me
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or is it my imagination
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some kind of illusion or prestidigitation
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I cross the room to a standing ovation
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a hesitation at my sudden invitation
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I'll be an engine to your caboose
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Two legs hypotenuse
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Come on baby put me to use
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Don't vamoose
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Away,
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don't say that goodtimes are over
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Away,
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don't tell me the summer's over
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The smell of the lawn makes you flop down on it
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The summertime car has the top down on it
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Damn genuine girl pulling sinister tricks
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she's American as 3.1416
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hand on my throttle
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leave the city behind
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there's not a lot in the bottle
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not a lot on my mind
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Away
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don't say that good times are over
|
Away
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don't say that the summer's over
|
Away
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You are my personal miracle
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I fell for all of your charms
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I worship you like an eastern goddess
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the one with all the arms
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little problems in this world
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but none of them are mine
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whisper me your life story
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Baby yes, yes
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we're killing time
|
Away
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don't say that good times are over
|
Away
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don't tell me the summer's over
|
Away
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Goodtimes are Over
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| Caviar |
