Girl's eyes, butterflies, how she cries, can't get through to you,
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She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you,
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Each time you play a melody, it means the earth to this little girl,
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Can you be cruel and break her heart, tear her small world apart.
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She's there, eyes aglow, very front row, don't throw sticks at her,
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Please don't look her way, see her way, don't care anyway.
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It's you who led her on, I see,
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Just leave her down in her misery,
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She don't want help from you and me,
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Can't tell a note from a symphony.
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It's you who led her on, I see,
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Just leave her down in her misery,
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She don't want help from you and me,
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Can't tell a note from a symphony.
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Girl's eyes, butterflies, how she cries, can't get through to you,
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She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you,
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Each time you play a melody, it means the earth to this little girl,
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Can you be cruel and break her heart, tear her small world apart.
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Girls Eyes
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| The Who |
