Two o'clock and I wish that I was sleeping, you're in my head like a song on the radio, all I know is I gotta get next to you. Sitting here turning minutes in the hours, to find the nerve just to call you on the telephone, cuz you don't know that I gotta get next to you. Maybe we're friends, maybe we're more, maybe it's just my imagination, but I see you stare just a little too long and it makes me start to wonder. Asked around and I heard that you were talking, told my girl that you thought I was out of your league. What a fool, I gotta get next to you. It's five in the morning and I can't go to sleep, cuz I wish, yeah I wish you knew what you mean to me. Baby, let's get together and end this mystery.
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