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What a spoiled boy |
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I've beenMy mouth full, mess, my arms outstretched |
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I've got palm sweat, |
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I'm smiling like |
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I'm competition |
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Well, maybe |
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I'm yoursShe said, "I know you, you're a salesman's sonAnd you're pimping pretty junk" |
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And I said, "What am I supposed to doThey've built the scenes around you and I need more than this" |
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And she said, "What am I supposed to doLook at what's been come of you and I need more than this" |
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Go on then, hitch me up, baby |
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If what I am is not enough |
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Because I do love the glow you get |
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When you're told word for word |
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How to think for yourself |
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I'm tiredOf baring my teeth when |
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I smile |
