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lyrics

Sometimes I start thinkin’, baby
And sometimes I forget
I know that you’ve been thinkin’ lately
Have you decided yet?

I’m living for the nightlife
The chicks of last nights past
I can’t escape the truth, though,
And it’s catching up real fast

I know that you don’t want me, baby
But there's nothing I can do
I get fi-fi-fi-fixated baby
I can only think of you

This always seems to happen
But I never could have guessed
Don’t bring your ass around
Because I’m mildly obsessed

credits

from Graham Smith is the Coolest Person Alive, released January 20, 1998
(c) Graham Smith

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