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Evrywhere I go there's a girl with a certain something about her,
something that catches my eye and sends thoughts flying through my mind.

Her hair might not be the same as last time,
her eyes a diffrent shade,
but her presence grips me same as last time,
my cowardice the same.

How I wish I could go up to you, and ask you your name,
but all the thoughts that come to my mind always seem so lame.

You are a perfect stranger,
I can find no flaw in you,
I can find no flaw in you.
I don't know what to say,
so in my mind you'll stay
as a perfect stranger,
perfect in evry way.