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UH-OH-ING
[Verse 1]
Cosmopolitan smiles
He wears a white collared shirt like it's nothin'
I caught his voice maybe once or twice
Shoved it in my pocket
Heart beats like a rocket, into my hands
I'm startin' to dance
Alone in my room, a mental picture of you in my head
Your hair is messed up
I call you "my love"
You call me "your love"

[Pre-Chorus]
You might be the boyfriend
That I made up in my head, but who doesn't
Idealize everything that has yet to ha-happen

[Chorus]
He's in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty, whеn the CD's on and he sings louder
Not all that hеre, I am too into him
I'm uh-oh, uh-oh-ing
My heart's attached, it's detrimental
My feelings crash just a little
I can't keep doin' this and holdin' on to somethin'
That will never be as good as I want it
Uh-oh-ing
[Post-Chorus]
Uh-oh, uh-ohh
I'm uh-oh, uh-oh-ing
Uh-oh, uh-ohh

[Verse 2]
He reads a book a weekend
And if they're kinda long, he puts his reading glasses on
Then he falls asleep with
His hood still on, eyes covered with the button
I-I-I-I know
I'm going too far
Oh I know, oh I know, oh I know
That none of it's real (None of it)
I met you eleven minutes ago
And this is already how I feel
I'm dreamin' you up
And when you start talkin', it's bound to be different

[Pre-Chorus]
You might be the boyfriend
That I made up in my head, but who doesn't
Idealize everything that has yet to ha-happen

[Chorus]
He's in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty, when the CD's on and he sings louder
Can't even talk, I am too into him
I'm uh-oh, uh-oh-ing
(Uh-oh)
[Bridge]
Long sleeve shirts, 'cause he never checks the weather
If he needs something, my jacket would look better on you
I know it isn't you
I dream all day to pretend I haven't memorized the letters in your name
Front and back and side-to-side, it isn't you
It really isn't you
Big uh-oh

[Chorus]
He's still in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty as hell, when he sings it louder
Pure angel as he goes on laughin'
I'm uh-oh, uh-oh-ing
And my heart's attached to him, it's detrimental
My feelings crash, and he just smiles a little
I can't keep doin' this and holdin' on to somethin'
That will never be as good as I want it
Uh-oh-ing

[Post-Chorus]
Uh-oh, uh-ohh
I'm uh-oh, uh-oh-ing
Uh-oh, uh-ohh
I'm uh-oh, uh-oh-ing
Uh-oh, uh-ohh
I'm uh-oh, uh-oh-ing
Uh-oh, uh-ohh