| Baby don't belong |
| On the bleachers all alone |
| Hung your heart up on the phone |
| Today is a dial tone |
| A dial tone |
| With no one to call and nowhere to go |
| And nothing to show for your show of affection |
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| You look pretty in pink |
| And I can't think of anyone else or anything |
| You look pretty in pink |
| And I can't think of anyone else or anything |
| (Or anywhere I'd rather be) |
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| Maybe I don't belong (maybe I don't belong) |
| At this party on your arm |
| Maybe no one does |
| And I'm just lucky enough or maybe it's love |
| I don't know |
| I'm just saying the way that you're taking my heart isn't fair |
| Cause I don't know if you run run run away |
| But stay and I'll take you there |
| Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh |
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| You look pretty in pink |
| And I can't think of anyone else or anything |
| You look pretty in pink |
| And I can't think of anyone else or anything |
| (Or anywhere I'd rather be) |
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| You could be mine |
| A sight for sore eyes |
| Say it's alright and I'll ride my bike through the snow |
| Just to see where it goes |
| Don't say no one I'm just saying |
| I hope I'm not making a fool of myself |
| If I did would you come out come out and say it |
| Or leave me hanging on for help |
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| Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh |
| Ohh-oh-oh, ohh-woah-oh |
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| You look pretty in pink |
| And I can't think of anyone else or anything |
| You look pretty in pink |
| And I can't think of anyone else or anything |
| (Or anywhere I'd rather be) |
| Or anywhere I'd rather be |
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