She wasn't real pretty
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and she wasn't all that smart
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but she had a smile
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that was like a work of art
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everybody seemed to love her,
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but she let nobody in
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oh lord the way i think about her
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that should be a sin
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when i finally got her alone one night
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she confessed her every thought
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said no one likes the girl she is
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but you better bet I disagreed
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i said:
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you might be surprised about the way i think about you
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yeah you might not know that i dream of you each night
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i know its alot, yeah its something out of nowhere
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but its here, and its true, and as much as i love you
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you might be surprised
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well she could only smile back
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her cheeks a rosy red
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that brave young boy that i once was
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was in over his head
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she looked at me,
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i almost died,
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that perfect twinkle in her eyes
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and then she said
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you might be surprised about the way i think about you
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yeah you might not know that i dream of you each night
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i know its alot, yeah its something out of nowhere
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but its here, and its true, and as much as i love you
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you might be surprised
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well i can't say i've talked to her much since that night
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and i dont think that she thinks of me all that much
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but i will always remember when
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she told me
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you might be surprised about the way i think about you
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yeah you might not know that i dream of you each night
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i know its alot, yeah its something out of nowhere
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but its here, and its true, and as much as i love you
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you might be surprised
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and i couldn't help but think
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"Lord, I was surprised..."
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yeah, yeah yeah, I was surprised..
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Sara's Song (You Might Be Surprised)
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Tim McGraw |