He was not as tall and rather fat
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He had a labrador and a lumping cat
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Born in a country with a broken heart
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He had enough money and a credit card
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Told bedtime stories to his Teddybear
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Gave him lots of hugs and a dress to wear
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He had a small apartment (what a lovely sight)
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He watched MTV all night
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Where the hell was friendship
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He must have turned it off
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And most of all he wondered what is love
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What the hell is love
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He enjoyed the silence more and more
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As he heard the door slam right next door
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He had a fancy Parker and a diary
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In which he wrote some poetry
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And as he went to bed at night
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The cat's eyes gave him ample light
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To make him lie awake and see
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The content of his misery
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Where the hell was friendship
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He must have turned it off
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And most of all he wondered what is love
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What the hell is love
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Where the hell was friendship
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He must have turned it off
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And most of all he wondered what is love
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What the hell is love
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What The Hell Is Love
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| K's Choice |
