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When you walk down the street |
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I always take a peek |
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Peepin' eyes lookin' at you |
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I asked her for a date |
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She said a quarter till eight |
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Though I was never late |
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But had another date |
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Peepin' eyes, deep inside |
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Peepin' eyes lookin' at you |
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Peepin' eyes, wanted to cry |
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Peepin' eyes lookin' at you |
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I caught her on the run |
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She said, you son of a gun |
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Peepin' eyes been lookin' at me |
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Well, she jumped up to fight |
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I said, that ain't right |
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'Cause peepin' eyes are lookin' at you |
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Peepin' eyes, deep inside |
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Peepin' eyes lookin' at you |
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Peepin' eyes, want to cry |
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Peepin' eyes lookin' at you |
