I got real close once or twice;
Dropping my guard was the price;
Not too near, caught her ear,
'Twas nice,
SHE'S GOT A HOLD ON ME.

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A scent I would know anywhere;
Hint of the perfume in her hair;
Drives me mad, I've got it bad,
Don't care, 
SHE'S GOT A HOLD ON ME.

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Maybe that means I'm bewitched and wowed,
She's got me under her spell;  
But I'm not even a face in the crowd
Yet she keeps ringing my bell.

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Timid and shy Romeo
Sees Juliet slip by her beau;
Lurking behind, in the blind,
Don't she know that
SHE'S GOT A HOLD ON ME.

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Maybe someday if I buy a toupee
And lose fifty pounds I'll seem chic; 
How can I get her into looking my way?
Could be this large Roman beak?