For a small girl Barbara sure has got a big crush
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The kind that makes you want to break stuff
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And blame it on a man you don't know
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She came down to New York City in a big bus
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Nine hours driving and you can't just stay home
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So it doesn't matter which way you go
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And now all day the radio's been playing the same song
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Can't shake that tune but it's ok
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Maybe the world isn't so small
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Barbara knows it doesn't matter at all
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And each day Barbara wakes up in a bad way
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Tells me quietly she has absolutely nothing to say
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But I don't seem to mind
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She says she won't listen to the band play
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She hates songs that never seem to go away
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Now neither will mine
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And now all day the radio's been playing the same song
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Can't shake that tune but it's ok
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Maybe the world isn't so small
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Barbara knows it doesn't matter at all
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And now all day the radio's been playing the same song
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Can't shake that tune but it's ok
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Maybe the world isn't so small,
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Barbara knows it doesn't matter at all
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Barbara knows
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Barbara knows
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it doesn't matter at all
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Barbara H.
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
