well the kids all laugh
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point their fingers and call her names
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'cuz she don't look like them
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and her family's kinda strange
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but when she looks at me that way
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it makes me smile and want to say
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i'd be glad for you to stay
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when i think about her
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she eats alone and walks home
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without a friend in sight
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and everybody else is hangin'
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while she's home very friday night
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it makes me sad to see her face
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filled with doubt and and oughta place
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it makes my mind drift into space
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when i think about her
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never had someone to truly care
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pop never could find the time to spare
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she grew up tough and that's alright
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i want her to see that they're not like me
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well i wanna hang with her tonight
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well i walked up to her
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and asked if she'd like to dance
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but she turned, ran away
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and didn't give me a second glance
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When I Think About Her
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The Huntingtons |