| Why do you stare at me? |
| It makes me wonder,
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| When I look back at you, you don’t look any longer.
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| Why do you stare at me? |
| It doesn’t matter,
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| I catch you pointing at me with your little finger.
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| A million people in this city, but you look at me.
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| I’m not a viewpoint in your travel guide of sights to see.
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| Why do you stare at me? |
| Is there a problem?
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| Is something wrong or is it my imagination?
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| Why do you stare at me? |
| What’s the solution?
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| Am I so strange that you would give me your attention?
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| A million people in this city, but you look at me.
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| I’m not a viewpoint in your travel guide of sights to see.
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| Living life oblivious, you don’t know what it meant,
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| Like a dazed spectator to a traffic accident.
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| Why do you stare at me? |
| I’ve got to know why.
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| I catch you rubberneckin' every time I walk by.
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| Why do you stare at me? |
| You’ve got the wrong guy.
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| I’m gonna turn around and choke you with your necktie!
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| A million people in this city, but you look at me.
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| I’m not a viewpoint in your travel guide of sights to see.
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| Living life oblivious, you don’t know what it meant,
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| Like a dazed spectator to a traffic accident.
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| Is it my nose, or my eyes, or my hair, or my glasses?
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| Belt, or my pins, or my rings, or my patches?
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| Is it my hat, or my shirt, or my jeans, or my ledgers?
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| Socks, or my slacks, or my fly, or my bracelets?
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| Is it my nose, or my eyes, or my hair, or my glasses?
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| Belt, or my pins, or my rings, or my patches?
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| Is it my hat, or my shirt, or my jeans, or my ledgers?
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| Socks, or my slacks, or my fly, or my bracelets?
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| It’s those jacked up shoes pal! |