Looks as though it was a bore
She sits in the bar with her IPod on
Reading the yellow book page forty four
I asked her why
And I loved her silly alibis
Her lips may say a million lies
But I still believe it a billionth times
I guess she's my hon
when i came undone
And she asked for a song
Yet don't know who I am
She's not looking when I sing
But I feel her heart beating from within
I wonder if she would give me a kiss tonight
Just to confirm if the number's right
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