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This guy, he turns my headAll through the desks and chairsI know it's all in my headBut I can't turn out this light upstairsIf he only knew how I think about himBut maybe he does and doesn't careI like it when he laughs a lotBut I can never tell What it is he's laughing atI think it might as well be meIf he only knew that I dreamt But maybe he does but doesn't careCan I take a look at your good book?Will you tell me what it means to you?I get so mad when I think how the world thinksThat we can't be friendsThey'd say you've got too manyAnd I've got too few convictionsBut now I've opened up my mindTo what is wrong and rightHe'll never bring it upAnd I can't stand how he's so quietIf he only knew that I think about him From Letras Mania