by Dean Friedman
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I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
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She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
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I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
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She is an angel in a polyester uniform
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I leave from softball practice every night
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It's getting dark but the golden arches light up the way.
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I turn the corner at the traffic light.
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I count my money and then I rehearse what I'm gonna say,
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"I'd like an order of fries, a quarter pounder with cheese,
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I love the light in your eyes. Will you go out with me please?"
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I am in love with the McDonald's Girl¡¦
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She doesn't try to impress anyone
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She's doesn't act real tough like all the other girls that I know.
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She don't treat me like a simpleton.
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She's not afraid to be the only other virgin I know.
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And when my hamburgers cold, I get up ready to go,
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She's only 15 years old, and I'm in love with her so¡¦
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I am in love with the McDonald's Girl¡¦
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There she stands behind the register
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Taking orders from the Saddle River Little League
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If they knew how much I wanted her
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Their homeroom teacher would have to send them home for a week.
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And as I head for the door, the movement catches her eye,
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My heart begins to soar, she smiles and waves goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
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I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
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She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
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I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
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She is an angel in a polyester uniform
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She is an angel in a polyester uniform.
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(I Am In Love With The) McDonald's Girl
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| Dean Friedman |
