How can I explain how I feel?
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I'm like a little kid running at her heel,
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She's giving me looks like she thinks I'm a snappy dresser!
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How can I tell what I should plan?
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I've never kissed a girl or held her hand,
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She's waiting for me to move, I've got to impress her!
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I play guitar in a mainstream band,
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I've got three red jackets and a Fender jazz,
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I've got Charlie Parker's autograph,
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The girl I moved with's turned up on grass.
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She moved her seat next to mine,
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But I'm just playing for time.
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I ain't got the guts to let her see the real me!
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My confidence eroded away,
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Over hearing what children say.
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So I'm trying to make myself seem more appealing!
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I know your man is in to playing jazz bass,
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I tried that myself but I need more space.
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Like to soar and fly like the big Birdman,
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When I met him last week he shook my hand.
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Every lie I tell weaves another spell, another road that ends up blind,
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The Bird that shook my hand was a wanted man, I think you knew that all the time.
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I came so close to having you for me,
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But I lost you in the fantasy,
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I pretended to myself that you were mine already!
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You waited but deep in your eyes,
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You were watching me so wordly wise,
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Then you changed the subject and talked about going steady!
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I've got 200 records and a big hi-fi,
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I sit and listen to Ella and Basey all night,
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I played modern jazz of every variety,
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You could come and listen but we close tonight.
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We Close Tonight
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| The Who |
