If I were Britney's boyfriend
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I'd be playing hard to get
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She'd come around beggin' for me, but
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I'd say, "No no, not yet.
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Cos God has told me personally
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That I should remain pure.
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Just love me, baby, for myself."
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And more of that manure.
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Thou Shalt Not Britney Spear
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Britney would go off her tree
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At my refusal
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"I'm Britney freakin' Spears,
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Rejection's not that usual."
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"I love you, darling, for yourself,"
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I'd explain to little Miss
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"It's your personality I like.
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Not your body. Serious."
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As far as a coy mistress goes
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You'll like it more than she
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When, upon her curt refusal
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You whole-heartedly agree
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Girls justly hate the lecher man
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With sweating, hairy paw
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But what happens when Boy says no?
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They hate that even more
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"Just like I told J-Lo," I'd say,
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"It's not your fame and wealth,
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It's not your perfect bod and face
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It's you I want. Yourself.
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Jesus wouldn't like us to
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If he ever knew it"
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"Stuff him," I'm sure she'd say
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"Come on, babe, let's do it."
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Thou Shalt Not Britney Spear
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| TISM |
