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I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat,I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street,I shouted to the driver hey conductor, you must slow down.I think I see her please let me off this busNadine, honey is that you? Oh, nadine. honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you darling you got something else to do[alternate verse: seems like every time I catch you,Datcha you're up to something new]I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled backAnd started walkin' toward a coffee colored cadillacI was pushin' through the crowd to get to where she's atAnd I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomatDowntown searching for her, looking all around.Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town.I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab.With a twenty dollar bill, told him 'catch that yellow cab.'She move around like a wave of summer breeze,Go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze.Moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier.Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear