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Well, my pad is very messy and there's whiskers on my chin |
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And I'm all hung up on music, and |
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I always play to win |
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I ain't got no time for lovin' 'cause my time is all used up |
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Just sittin' 'round creatin' all that groovy kind of stuff |
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Well, I'm a man, yes |
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I am, and |
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I can't help but love you so |
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Well, I'm a man, yes |
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I am, and |
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I can't help but love you so |
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Well, if I had my choice of matter |
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I would rather be with cats |
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All engrossed in mental chatter showin' where our minds are at, |
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And relating to each other just how strong our will can be |
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In resisting all involvments with each groovy chick we see |
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Well, I'm a man, yes |
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I am, and |
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I can't help but love you so |
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Well, I'm a man, yes |
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I am, and |
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I can't help but love you so |
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I've got to keep my image while suspended on a throne |
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That looks out upon a kingdom filled with people all unknown |
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Who imagine |
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I'm not human and my heart is made of stone |
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And I've never had no problems and my toliet's trimmed with gold |
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Well, I'm a man, yes |
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I am, and |
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I can't help but love you so |
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Well, I'm a man, yes |
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I am, and |
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I can't help but love you so |
