The instant you pass by a pretty girl
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You're a troublesome one, my Darling.
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You're the most fickle boy in all of space.
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Do what you like; I'm saying bye-bye.
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Though you search all over--
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forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you--
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forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you--
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You look like you're shrinking away--
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forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you--
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Always reeling every which-way;
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Your eyes are like radar,
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always turning this way and that
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looking for pretty girls.
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Even though you typically
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not even giving up a little,
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you keep getting presents of rejection
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Even when you're in the middle
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on me in a sweet tone of voice,
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you get distracted in no time, my Darling.
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You're the most fickle boy in all of space.
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Do what you like; I'm saying bye-bye.
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Always reeling every which-way;
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