I'd Rather Follow You

I'm walking down the street.

And there's a breathtaking girl.

A stranger to my eyes.

Stuck in my head.

Who do I call you when I see you again.

But why I'm in love right now?

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Will she come back?

Will she use this street again?

Will she come back?

I asking myself.

Will she come back?

I'd rather follow her.

Will she come back?

I asking myself again.

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There you are in front of me.

You and I were meant to be.

I don't know what to do and what to say.

Is this love and how it feels?

I hope you feel the same like I do.

And how I am in love right now.

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Will she come back?

I'd rather follow her home.

Will she come back?

I asking myself.

Will you come back?

Will I see you again?

Will you come back?

Now I am asking you.