She's a half-breed
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She was brought up for the game
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But she looks like
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But she looks like she can win
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Like to see behind her smile
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To see what is movin'
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Like to stay with her a while
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To see what is movin'
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Oh the picture
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Oh the photo says it all
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But there's room there
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for every man to fall
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Like to hide behind her shirt
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I bet it is warm there
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Like to take her for a flirt
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don't think there's any harm there
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My friends all say
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I'd better play
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another game
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another day
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She's a concept
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she's constructed by her mom
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Don't you see it
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doesn't that just sound like fun
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Oh to be part of her plan
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I'm no more than a tool now
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Oh to one day be her man
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I guess I have to cool down
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I guess I have to wait around
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For in my mind I work out
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A part of me can still be found
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Out among the show-outs
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Smashing my guitar on the ground
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The muscle pulling in crowds
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Working on that lea down - OK
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I'm happy
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I was brought up just the same
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Oh amusing is not part of my game
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How do you believe that I fit the shoe
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If only I could tell her
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Baby can't you see I'm just like you
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Not like any other fella
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You Can't Deny What You Liked As A Child
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| dEUS |
