Met her at Montreal right outside concert hall
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Her name was Rose, my reply was no response at all
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Half Moroccan and half French
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Couldn¡¯t keep talking, I panicked, I was too tense
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Froze up like Elaine
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She smiled, broke the ice, so I started to spit my game
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I said Rose, that¡¯s a pretty name
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And I never got to see your city it would be a shame
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Be my personal tour guide
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We could see the sites from the inside of your ride
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Got to the bus around 4-5
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Walk me to the door, was no one outside
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I guess the bus close enough to make contact
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Whispered in her ear, she should give me her contact
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Slipped me some paper then she started to fall back
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Rocket mail dot com, how the fuck I¡¯mma call that?
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Well fuck then, don¡¯t call back
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Blown off by this female
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If this was 9th gate I would never heard of e-mail
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Did she explain the details?
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Paris straight, she wasn¡¯t allowed to see males
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Got home and copped me a laptop
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From this base pad right outside of the crack spot
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Plugged in the modem, got a Hotmail account
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Time to see what the world wide web was all about
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Send a message, she replied the next day
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Welcome to the internet sweetie, now let¡¯s play
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We shared stories, we wrote essays
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I remember every word like it was yesterday
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Back and forth for like 3 months
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Finally popped the question, asked her when we could meet up
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Response seemed like it never came
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And when it finally did I was forever ashamed
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She said my heart belongs to you but my body to another
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And should I refuse I¡¯d bring shame to my mother
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Words on the screen never brought such pain
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Kept tryina reach er, all attempts were in vain
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So I check my inbox for your name
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Looked for the messages that never came
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If we¡¯ll never get together it would be a shame
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Wherever you are I know that you feel the same
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Wherever you are, wherever you are...
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Wherever You Are
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Murs & 9th Wonder |