God i love the way you wear your glasses
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you got my glass half full now, my shades half pulled down
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and i don't think i wanna think of anyone else
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cause when your olive skin shines it's in my blood line
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you know i wanna be yours
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but you won't even talk to me
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about the intricacies
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of your philosophies
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you don't think my intellect
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could be so indirect
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what do you expect of me spectacle girl?
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so sit and smile and laugh and make me happy
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let's spend the whole day, watching the freeway
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there's nothing i would rather do on Saturday night
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then let my feelings smolder between your shoulders yeah
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oh don't you wanna be mine?
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am i so easy to ignore?
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that you could shut the door?
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and leave me on the floor?
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i'm trying to find a precedent
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for all this mistreatment
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but it don't make no sense
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because you know all the right things to say
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and i would never understand them anyway
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we would make a wonderful world
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me and my spectacle girl.
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Spectacle Girl
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| Zox |
