Every Friday night she rides the whole way over town
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Just to see some stupid boy who never turns around
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He never sees the girl whose dreams have told her he's the one
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Still she gets excited whenever Friday comes
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There is no reason in love's sweet plan
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It's deeper than the sea
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Things happen, we fall in love
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It just comes naturally
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Anyone who saw her in the street would never know
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The passion of the feeling she never puts on show
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We can not choose the ones with whom we think that we belong
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Just when you're not looking someone comes along
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There is no reason in love's sweet plan
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It's deeper than the sea
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Things happen, we fall in love
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It just comes naturally
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There she stands, clothes around her feet
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Choosing what to wear so she can just stand in his street
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"Please, oh please, this time I'll make him mine"
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She begs of her reflection in her dressing table shrine
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Oh, there is no reason in love's sweet plan
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It's deeper than the sea
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Things happen, we fall in love
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It just comes naturally
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Things happen
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Kirsty MacColl |