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Get a load of him - what a Nature Boy! |
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Always shaking hands with the unemployed, |
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He looks like he could shit an asteroid! |
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Jumped up, pumped up, |
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Popping hormone pills, |
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He's got the biceps, triceps. |
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Got the healthy look that kills. |
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Too bad. |
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Who's that girl? She's a living Barbie doll! |
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In her plastic world, "Barbie" takes control. |
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Facelift, electrolysis |
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No hair out of place |
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Brain - twist barbiturates, |
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She's got an evil beauty case. |
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Too bad, so sad. |
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Well, ain't you the glamourpuss! |
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Look so good it's dangerous. |
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Ain't you the glamourpuss, |
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You're less than amorous to me. |
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So long, glamourpuss, we might meet again |
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But if I was you, I wouldn't hold my breath 'til then |
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(Though I wish you would-'til the year, say 2010!} |
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Beefcake, cheesecake |
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Make me lick my lips. |
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Junkfood pulchritude |
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Goes straight to my hips. |
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Skin-deep thrill-seek |
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Amounts to less-than-zip. |
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I'm glad. |
