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  • 作曲 : Richard Supa
    I see you every day
    Walking down the avenue
    I'd like to get to know you
    But all I do is smile at you
    Oh, baby When it comes to talking
    My tongue gets so tight
    This sidewalk love affair
    Has got me high as a kite
    Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Well,
    I'm a slow walker
    But, girl,
    I'd race a mile for you
    Just to get there in time
    For my peek-a-boo rendezvous
    Well, maybe it's the way you
    Wear you're blue jeans so tight
    I can't put my finger on
    What you're doing right
    Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Well,
    I'm standing on a corner
    Smiling by a telephone
    I'd just love to check you over
    Get to know you like
    A fine tooth comb
    Oh, now when
    I go home
    I turn out the light
    And you come strolling through
    My dreams every night
    Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like
  • 作曲 : Richard Supa
    I see you every day
    Walking down the avenue
    I'd like to get to know you
    But all I do is smile at you
    Oh, baby When it comes to talking
    My tongue gets so tight
    This sidewalk love affair
    Has got me high as a kite
    Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Well,
    I'm a slow walker
    But, girl,
    I'd race a mile for you
    Just to get there in time
    For my peek-a-boo rendezvous
    Well, maybe it's the way you
    Wear you're blue jeans so tight
    I can't put my finger on
    What you're doing right
    Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Well,
    I'm standing on a corner
    Smiling by a telephone
    I'd just love to check you over
    Get to know you like
    A fine tooth comb
    Oh, now when
    I go home
    I turn out the light
    And you come strolling through
    My dreams every night
    Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like Yeah, yeah, there's something
    Bout you, baby,
    I like