Thomas
If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I guess I've already won that
All those days chasing down a daydream
That's ancient history; been there, done that
Friends (Thomas)
Who do you think you're kiddin'?
He's the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through ya (Oh no)
Boy, you can't conceal it
We know how you feel
And who you're thinking of (Oh)
Thomas (Friends)
No chance, no way (Let it go, let it go)
I won't say it, no, no (Can't hold it back anymore)
(You swoon, you sigh)
(Why deny it? Uh-oh)
It's too cliché
I won't say I'm in love
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out (You'll be there someday)
My head is screaming "Get a grip, boy
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out"
If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I guess I've already won that
All those days chasing down a daydream
That's ancient history; been there, done that
Friends (Thomas)
Who do you think you're kiddin'?
He's the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through ya (Oh no)
Boy, you can't conceal it
We know how you feel
And who you're thinking of (Oh)
Thomas (Friends)
No chance, no way (Let it go, let it go)
I won't say it, no, no (Can't hold it back anymore)
(You swoon, you sigh)
(Why deny it? Uh-oh)
It's too cliché
I won't say I'm in love
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out (You'll be there someday)
My head is screaming "Get a grip, boy
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out"
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