Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else
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Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all
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So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin
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Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all
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He gets his courage from the can,
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It makes him feel like a man
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Because he's loving all the ladies
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But the ladies don't love him at all
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Cause when he's not drunk
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He's only stuck on himself
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And then he has the nerve
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To say he needs a decent girl
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Looking at herself but wishing she was someone else
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Because the body of the doll it don't look like hers at all
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So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up, and gives a grin
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Laughing at herself because she knows she ain't that at all
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All caught up in the trends
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Well the truth began to bend
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And the next thing you know man
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There just ain't no truth left at all
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Cause when the pretty girl walks
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She walks so proud
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And when the pretty girl laughs
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Oh man, she laughs so loud
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And if it ain't this then its that
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As a matter of fact
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She hasn't had a day to relax
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Since she has lost her ability to think clearly
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Well I'm an energetic hypothetic version of another person
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Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in here
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Well I'm a superficial, systematic, music television addict
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Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in
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Here comes another one, just like the other one
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Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else
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Because the posters on the wall they don't look like a him
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And so he ties it up he tucks it in, he pulls it back and gives a grin
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Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all
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He knows he ain't loved at all
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Posters
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| Jack Johnson |
