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Well, my pad is very messy |
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And there's whiskers on my chin |
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And I'm all hung up on music |
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And I always play to win |
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I ain't got no time for lovin' |
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'Cause my time is all used up |
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Just to sit around creatin' |
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All that groovy kind of stuff |
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But I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I can't help |
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But love you so |
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But I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I can't help |
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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 |
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Movin' where our minds are at |
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And relatin' to each other |
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Just how strong our wills can be |
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I'm resisting all involvement |
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With each groovy chick we see |
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Well, I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I can't help |
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But love you so |
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But I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I can't help |
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But love you so |
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I got to keep my image |
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While suspended from a throne |
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That looks out upon a kingdom |
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Full of people all unknown |
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Who imagine I'm not human |
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And my heart is made of stone |
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I never had no problems |
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And my toilet's trimmed with chrome |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I can't help |
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But love you so |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I can't help |
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But love you so |