| As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat
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| I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street
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| I shouted to the driver, «Hey conductor, you must slow down
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| I think I see her, please let me off this bus»
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| Nadine, honey, is that you?
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| Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you?
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| Seems like every time I see you
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| Darling you got something else to do
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| I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back
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| And started walkin' toward a coffee colored Cadillac
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| I was pushin' through the crowd tryin' to get to where she’s at
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| I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat
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| Nadine, honey, is that you?
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| Oh, Nadine, honey, where are you?
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| Seems like every time I catch up with you
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| You’re up to something new
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| Downtown searching for her looking all around
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| Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town
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| I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody’s tab
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| With a twenty dollar bill told him, «Catch that yellow cab»
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| Nadine, honey, is that you?
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| Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you?
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| Seems like every time I catch up with you
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| You’re up to something new
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| She moves around like a wave of summer breeze
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| Go, driver, go, go, catch her for me please
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| Moving through the traffic like a mounted cavalier
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| Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear
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| Nadine, honey, is that you?
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| Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you?
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| Seems like every time I see you
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| Darling you’re up to something new |