(John Duarte/Bill Bowersock)
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Don't look now
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but guess who's making crazy eyes at you
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He wants to win your heart somehow
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but don't think this boy knows what to do
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He's so shy you might just wait forever
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If you wait for him and love could pass you by
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You may never have a chance like this again so
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Drop that bomb wo oh
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Tell him you're in love with him
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Drop that bomb oh yeah
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How else is he ever gonna know
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Grab that boy and tell him
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Now's your time
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Ain't no sin to clue him in
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The boy can't read your mind
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Yah yah yah yah yah wo wo wo
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The best of love is hard to find
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and it can slip like sand right through your hand
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So when you find that gentle kind
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You got to walk right up and take it while you can
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Drop that bomb wo oh
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Tell him you're in love with him
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Drop that bomb oh yeah
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How else is he ever gonna know
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Grab that boy and tell him
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Now's your time
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Ain't no sin to clue him in
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The boy van't read your mind
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A million nights from now
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when he's looking deep in your eyes
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you'd say remember how
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we walked right into paradise
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Oh, drop that bomb wo oh
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Tell him you're in love with him
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Drop that bomb oh yeah
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How else is he ever gonna know
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Drop That Bomb
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| Tiffany |
