Maybe sometime this week, one of these days, or tomorrow,
Where we see each other and talk,
Maybe it'll happen soon,
Where we see one another again.
There we see each other, across the way,
We don't got a lot to say,
But there's something I can't explain,
And you don't know why,
But there's something I never say.
We never talked long, but gave smiles each day,
Might not have a chance in my mind,
And I never admit it,
But I do like you.
Maybe sometime this week, one of these days, or tomorrow,
Where we see each other and talk,
But I'll be too shy to speak.
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