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It starts with a haircut that you don’t understand |
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all dressed looking so sharp just knowing that you’re the man |
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with a walk to the beat and you’re move’s on repeat |
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With a smile on your face |
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Oh man you look so good tonight |
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every woman you need for your expertise |
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to hear the cheers for you where you sit alone |
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but with your dignity on the phone |
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Your mind slips away with every minute that you stay |
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Messed up your haircut but still you feel the same |
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’Coz your god’s gift to women but they don’t have opinion |
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at least not the pretty ones |
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As long as they keep on coming |
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So sad this seems to be a fate |
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all alone again and a fat off day |
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you should be let to come in and you’ll never win |
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unless the golden rule becomes your friend |
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and you should never return |
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