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He's a dream, |
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see the manly way he moves, |
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see the trendy kind he suits |
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and his toothpaste-smile |
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doesn't need to be proved. |
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He's so smooth, |
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with the slimy things he tells, |
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and his perfume everywhere, |
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he will tell you all, |
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you want to hear. |
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He's handsome, |
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like a piece of wood, |
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just a smile to be understood. |
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He's handsome, |
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like a piece of wood |
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and the more that you see, |
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the more you will be amused. |
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He's alone |
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and he can't believe in you, |
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he is further from the truth, |
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what's best for him, |
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won't be good for you. |
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He's a fake |
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and the only things you see, |
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is a play for you and me, |
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but his simple mind, |
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is mostly mean. |
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He's handsome, |
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like a piece of wood, |
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just a simle to be understood. |
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He's handsome, |
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like a piece of wood |
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and the more that you see, |
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the more you will be amused. |