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Melena
Someone with your eyes
Should never have to take the time
To ever talk to a guy
Like me that vies for your attention
And asks you so many questions
To find out what you are like

Melena
You don't follow indie masses
I wanna drive you to all your classes
And you don't even wear glasses
But you've got green eyes
And that together with your smile
And a guy like me could become a stalker

And I wanna wring your shirt into a glass
To swallow all your beads of sweat
If I could write music as beautiful as you are
Maybe you'd notice me

Melena
I know you're painfully shy
But there's a magnetic pull to your side
And it keeps me ramblin' on all night
About the way you flip your hair
Your blue and purple hair
My mother wouldn't even care if

I wanna ring your shirt into a glass
To swallow all your beads of sweat
If I could write music as beautiful as you are
Maybe you'd notice me

Melena
Oh Melena
Oh Melena.
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

Melena
Why won't you call me back?
I wrote my number on your cigarette pack
Well I'm smitten and that's a fact
That you have probably noticed
A heart like mine is always brokest
And it's ailing for your...patch?

Oh Melena
Oh Melena
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

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