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I could,
Rush out the door,
Get in the car,
And drive to you...

Grab all my change,
and hail a cab,
and soon I'd be there...

I should,
Pick up the phone,
Recite your number in my head,
And make sure the line ain't dead...

But I think I'll pause,
To think of words that I would say to you,
So you would love me too...

But you wouldn't care,
Try as I may but I can't do a thing,
Because I don't mean a thing to you...