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You can hear music and conversation
From apartment number five
I'm with all of my friends, anticipation, anticipation

It was the first thing I saw when I came
And I don't need to know a name
There's only one question

Is she...?
Is she old...?
Is she old enough for me?

She kicks off her shoes
And offers me her hand
It's time to end this anticipation, anticipation

So I move her to the sound
And the music slows right down
Lips almost meet face
But there's still one question in that tiny space

Is she...?
Is she old...?
Is she old enough for me?

Is she...?
Is she old...?
Is she old enough for me?

You can hear music and conversation
From apartment number five
I'm with all of my friends, anticipation

So I move her to the sound
And the music slows right down
Lips close to her face
But there's still one question in that tiny space

Is she...?
Is she old...?
Is she old enough for me?

Is she...?
Is she old...?
Is she old enough for me?