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This here's a jam for all the fellas
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Tryin to do what those ladies tell us
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Get shot down cause ya over-zealous
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Play hard to get females get jealous
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Okay smarty go to a party
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Girls are scantily clad and showin body
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A chich walks by you wish you could sex her
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But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter
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Next days function high class luncheon
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Food they're serving, you're stone-cold munchin
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Music comes on people start to dance
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But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants
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A girl starts walking guys start gawking
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Sits down next to you and starts talking
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Says she wants to dance cause she likes to groove
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So come on fatso and just bust a move
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Verse Two:
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You're on a mission and your wishin
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Someone could cure your lonely condition
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Lookin for love in all the wrongplaces
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No fine girls just ugly faces
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Some frustration first inclination
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Is to become a monk and leave the situation
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But every dark tunnel has a light of hope
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So don't hang yourself, with a celibate rope
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Your movie's showin, so you're goin
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Could care less about the five you're blowin
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Theater gets dark just to start the show
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Then ya spot a fine woman sittin in your row
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She's dressed in yellow, she says "Hello,
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come sit next to me you fine fellow."
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You run over there without a second to lose
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And what comes next hey bust a move
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Verse Three:
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In this city ladies look pretty
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Guys tell jokes so they can seem witty
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Tell a funny joke just to get some play
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Then you try to make a move and she says, "No way"
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Girls are fakin goodness sakin
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They want the man who brings home the bacon
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Got no money and you got no car
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Then you got no women and there you are
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Some girls are sadistic, materialistic
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Lookin for a man makes them opportunistic
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They're lyin on a beach perpetrating a tan
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So a brother with the money can be their man
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So on the beach you're strollin real high rollin
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Everything you have is yours and not stolen
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A girl runs up with somethin to prove
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So don't just stand there bust a move
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Verse Four:
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Your best friend Harry has a brother Larry
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In five days from now he's gonna marry
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He's hopin you can make it there if you can
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Cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man
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You say neat-o, check your libido
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And roll to the church in your new tuxedo
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The bride walks down just to start the wedding
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And there's one more girl you won't be getting
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So you start thinkin then you start blinking
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The bridesmaid looks and thinks that you're winking
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She thinks your kinda cute so she winks back
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And now your feelin really firm cause the girl is stacked
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Reception's jumpin faces pumpin
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You look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin
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Says she wants to dance to a different groove
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Now you know what to do just bust a move
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bust a move
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young mc |