Do you think she ever saw me
As we passed along the street?
Her swaying moves and clipping heels
From dainty little feet,
Do you think she wonders just like me
Why does he never talk?
Does she feel my eyes upon her
As my gaze falls on her walk?
Does she ever think of me
When she gets home at night?
Well, if I ever spoke to her
Then maybe she just might!
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