| Looking through binoculars it’s you I see,
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| Moving all your stuff to university,
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| It’s clear that you exist just to torment me,
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| But at least I’m getting this abuse for free,
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| You are looking through your window,
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| You are only eighteen,
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| I am looking through your window,
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| I am also eighteen,
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| But I’m wearing camouflage,
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| Cause I don’t want to be seen,
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| And I’m singing you this song,
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| Baby, let’s sing,
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| You are the dormitory girls,
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| In sunglasses,
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| And your heads are just as tight,
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| As your asses,
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| But you know a little something about love,
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| And I know there’s no way you’re thinking of me,
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| You are the dormitory girls,
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| And ain’t you catches,
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| Shooting straight to the heads of your classes,
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| And you’re living for the luxury life,
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| Ain’t going to be anybody’s mom or wife,
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| While you are the dormitory girls,
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| Do you like that,
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| I think you like that,
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| Do you like that,
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| I think you like that,
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| You are the dormitory girls,
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| In sunglasses,
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| And your heads are just as tight,
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| As your asses,
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| But you know a little something about love,
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| And I know there’s no way you’re thinking of me,
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| You are the dormitory girls,
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| And ain’t you catches,
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| Shooting straight to the heads of your classes,
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| And you’re living for the luxury life,
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| Ain’t going to be anybody’s mom or wife,
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| While you are the dormitory girls,
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| Do you like that,
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| I think you like that,
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| Do you like that,
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| I think you like that, |