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Streetlight Manifesto

Streetlight Manifesto

Kristina She Don't Know I Exist

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Not long ago in my high school days,
I watched a girl from so far away,
But every time she passed me by,
I turned my head away and quietly sighed.
And when she walked by her hair would dance,
A secret tango that only I could understand,
And when shed ask me for the time of day,
Id look her in the eyes and quietly say.

Oh Kristina, Kristina, do you have any clue who I am? (HELL NO!)
So listen up cause Ill tell ya once and Ill explain myself the best that I can, whoa,
Kristina, Kristina, you dont know me so ill have to persist, whistle
Im kinda shy so no wonder why,
Kristina she dont know I exist.

From class to class, I followed her,
But I swore Id leave her undisturbed,
And if shed ever stopped and turned around,
Id get so nervous that Id stare at the ground.
And then one day in photography,
I found a contact print that I could not believe,
and there she was staring back at me.
So I took her home so quietly.

Kristina, Kristina, do you have any clue who I am? (HELL NO!)
So listen up cause Ill tell ya once and Ill explain myself the best that I can,
Kristina, Kristina, you dont know me so Ill have to persist, whistle
Im kinda shy so no wonder why,
Kristina she dont know I exist.

1.17.98 has been a day that Ive come to hate,
As I walked into the video store,
There she stood as my jaw fell to the floor.
Tapping her toe, waiting in line,
With a movie and another guy,
Why did I bother, why did I care,
About this girl named Kristina Behr?

Kristina, Kristina, youll never get to know who I am (YOUR LOSS!)
This is goodbye so please dont cry and Ill let you down as softly as I can,
Kristina, Kristina, another name to cross off my list.
Another life, it couldve been nice, but Kristina she wont know what she missed.

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