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I see you baby, |
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Doin' the dance that I saw on the TV |
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(Doin' your dance, I wonder what's goin' on in your pants) |
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You know me baby, |
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If I sing my song you're bound to recognize me |
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(And you'll sing along, I wonder what's goin' on in your thong) |
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Your heart is mine, notice that I'm, |
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Singin' you lines from one of our number one's |
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When you get home, then you will know |
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(Fuckin' hell, can you not tell that) |
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We're just another boy band, |
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We'll tear your little sister's heart apart, |
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We're just a fucking boy band, |
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You might not like us but we're in the charts. |
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And in a motherfucking boy band, |
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The girls are underage but we don't care, |
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And when you throw your panties at a boy band, |
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After the shows we keep your underwear. |
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Don't know if it comes as a big surprise |
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But I'm the token rapper guy |
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I just sing really high, needlessly randomly improvise |
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And when our album flops, and all the hope around us dies, |
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I'm the secret weapon that comes out and says that he likes kissing guys |
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(What?) |
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Drink what we piss, |
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Shag what we kiss, |
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Live how we wish, |
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It's not that easy being me |
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We may be men, like Action Man, |
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Our record label made us unable to |
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We're all doin' things that we know ain't right; |
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We're wearing sunglasses at night |
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We've got 100 fans, |
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That's why we're better than your band |
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The only fan you have is cooling you down |
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And it seems to be the only thing that's moving around and around |
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Just like a circle, |
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We're simple yet we're known, |
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We're also square, |
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We find it hard to go out on our own |
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Without a problem! |
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You got a problem? I'll knock you out, alright? |
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But please don't punch me back we've got our photo shoot tonight! |
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Boy band, |
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We hear the birds around us singing, |
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We're just a fucking boy band, |
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We're flying but we don't have wings, |
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And in a motherfucking boy band, |
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The girls are underage but we don't care, |
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And when you throw your panties at a boy band, |
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After the shows we keep your underwear. |
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We're just another boy band, |
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We'll tear your little sister's heart apart, |
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We're just a fucking boy band, |
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You might not like us but we're in the charts |
