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I look up from my desk and say, Good morning.
You flash a flirty smile, then look away.
I wink and doodle something in my notebook.
You brush on by with nothing more to say.

But darlin’, ain't it sweet when we take chances?
I feel a sharp electric tingle every time we touch.
It’s the danger found in copy room romances.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing thrilled so much.

As if nothing ever happened. 
As if nothing’s going on.
But wait until the time when we find time to be alone,
Impetuously daring what we’ve wanted all along.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.

I didn’t think we’d let it get this heated.
I guess you thought I wouldn’t have the nerve.
I came on strong with everything you needed,
And gave you the attention you deserve.

But darlin’, ain't it sweet when we take chances?
I feel the same exciting passion every time we kiss.
In the risky game of closet door romances,
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing felt like this.

As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
But wait until the time when we find time to be alone.
I’ll follow you inside and enter your forbidden zone.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.

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