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[Verse]
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You can live your life in a crowded city,
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You can walk along a crowded street.
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But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly
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People, friendly people that you meet.
[Verse 2]
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You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty,
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And at the dances you can't keep your seat.
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But, if dances don't lead to romances,
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You might as well be born, be born with two left feet.
[Verse 3]
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You might be a sweet-toned sure ‘nuff high-class talker,
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You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing.
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But it don't do too much good to be talkin',
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Brother, when there ain't no, ain't nobody lis'nin'.
[Verse 4]
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And if you are shy, just not much of a talker,
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Don't impress the people that you meet.
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You might as well be a lonely walker in a lonely town,
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on a lonely street.
