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She don't care about my car |
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She don't care about my money |
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And that's real good because I don't got alot to spend |
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But if I did it wouldn't mean nothin' |
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She likes me for me |
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Not because I look like Tyson Beckford |
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With the charm of Robert Redford |
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Oozing out my ears |
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But what she sees |
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Are my faults and indecisions |
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My insecure conditions |
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And the tears upon the pillow that I shed |
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She don't care about my big screen |
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Or my collection of DVD's |
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She's like, that just never mattered much to her |
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Plus she don't watch to much TV |
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And she don't care that I can fly her |
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To places she ain't never been |
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But if she really wants to go |
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I think deep down she knows that all she has to say is when |
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She likes me for me |
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Not because I hang with Leonardo |
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Or that guy who played in Fargo |
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I think his name is Steve |
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She's the one for me |
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And I just can't live without her |
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My arms belong around her |
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And I'm so glad I found her once again |
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And I'm so glad I found her once again |
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And I'm so glad I found her once again |
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Gazing at the ceiling |
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As we entertain our feelings in the dark |
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The things that we're afraid of are gonna show us |
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What we're made of in the end |
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She likes me for me |
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Not because I sing like Pavarotti |
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Or because I am such a hottie |
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I like her for her |
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Not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford |
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She has got so much to offer |
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Why does she waste all her time with me |
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There must be something there that I don't see, I don't see |
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She likes me for me |
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Not because I'm tough like Dirty Hairy |
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Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey |
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Unlike the Cable Guy |
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But what she sees |
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Is that I can't live without her |
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My arms belong around her |
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And I'm so glad I found her once again |
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Found her once again |
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Once again |
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I'm so glad I found her once again |
