| She has a way of
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| Brushing up on me whenever she walks by
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| Swears it’s an accident, but
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| Every now and then I think I see her smile
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| Is it my imagination
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| What I’m reading between the lines
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| And I don’t know if she’s playing
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| But I ain’t the one for wasting time
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| And I don’t know if she’s just flirting or playing platonic, yeah
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| But one thing I do know: she messing around with my mind
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| And if I make a move, I don’t know if I’ma regret it, yeah
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| But bust it 'cause I know she one of a kind
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| (Oh) Say something
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| Why you keep playing these games with me
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| Would you say something
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| 'Cause I’m getting tired of the hide and seek
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| We keep going round in circles, going round in circles
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| Can’t keep playing with my heart
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| Would you say something, say-say something to me
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| Say something to me
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Say something
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| I don’t know why I
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| Get so messed up when she’s with other guys
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| Why do I get so possessive
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| When the truth is that she ain’t even mine
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| Is it just infatuation
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| 'Cause when I’m with her I touch the sky
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| And I can’t even see it
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| I guess it’s true that love is blind
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| And I don’t know if she’s just flirting or playing platonic, yeah
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| But one thing I do know: she’s messing around with my mind
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| And if I make a move, I don’t know if I’ma regret it, yeah
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| But bust it 'cause I know she one of a kind
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| Say something
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| Why you keep playing these games with me
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| Would you say something
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| 'Cause I’m getting tired of the hide and seek
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| We keep going round in circles, going round in circles
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| Can’t keep playing with my heart
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| Would you say something, say-say something to me
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| Say something to me
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Say something
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| (I don’t know if she’s just flirting or playing platonic, yeah)
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| (And if I make a move, I don’t know if I’ma regret it, yeah)
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Say something
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| Why you keep playing these games with me
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| Would you say something
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| 'Cause I’m getting tired of the hide and seek
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| We keep going round in circles, going round in circles
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| Can’t keep playing with my heart
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| Won’t ya say something, say-say something to me
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| Say something to me
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh |