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*** Maybe Sometime ***
3 minutes away lives this girl I kinda know
She's so great, I'm hoping I can tell her so
Her hazel eyes read over mine like a book
She's so smart, Connery's her favorite Bond
I'm a dork, I can't believe I wrote this song
My horoscope said I'm a joke, was it true?
What will she make of this?
Just a song written, sung to impress
Peach fizzy water, take a sip
I read the words as they come right off her lips
I really hope she doesn't think I'm lame
Or that every single guy is the same
Amanda is a waitresses name
So damn cute, blue eyeshadow lights her eyes
She makes me feel great, alchohol need not apply
She sits outside and stares at the stars in the sky
Maybe at a show, she'll take a look and notice me
I hope so, then all these dreams will cease to be
I'll sit outside and realize she's with me
All this time, she never even caught my eye
I'm not sure, please somebody tell me why
I can't tell you, it's all strange to me
I look back, I never even saw her there
Now I can't help it, I see her and just sit and stare
Maybe sometime I'll get her number
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