| june 7th 1995
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| a penthouse party on the upper east side
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| takin' chances, exchanging glances
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| passions in the air
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| his mixtape never sounded so good
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| attractin' all the women like he always knew it would
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| but one, one stood out
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| and that is what this song, this song is all about
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| he wants to get her number
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| he don’t even know her name
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| he’s feeling an attraction
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| and hopes she feels the same
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| a transatlantic journey
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| he’ll catch that first plane
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| love sometimes seems so easy
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| when dancin' in the rain
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| a suitcase, a ticket
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| it’s time to depart
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| doesn’t know what he’ll find
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| doesn’t know who she’ll be
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| love is gonna think things through
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| but then that’s what love’s supposed to do
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| she doesn’t really think that’s true
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| she doesn’t believe in happiness in twos
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| his touch is all she needs
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| it’s a safe place, it’s a safe place to be
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| he wants to get her number
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| he don’t even know her name
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| he’s feeling an attraction
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| and hopes she feels the same
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| a transatlantic journey
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| he’ll catch that first plane
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| love sometimes seems so easy when you forget that name
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| he’s looking for an answer
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| and finds it in her smile
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| she’s looking for security
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| he’ll do for a while
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| a european beauty
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| well worth a million miles
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| passion seems the sure thing
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| love is out of style
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| it glitters like a diamond
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| it draws in like the sun
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| she tells him that she wants him
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| who tells her that she’s the one
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| a kiss, a touch, an embrace
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| that doesn’t mean a thing
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| a one way love don’t hurt much
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| when you supplied the sting
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| (unintelligible robotic voice) |