Now I know what the Moroccan guy meant,
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And I sure know how I feels
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When he gets kicked out of a club
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By a bald muscled security-guy
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“You don’t belong here” he says straight-faced
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And even gave me a dirty look
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Power, power, power
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It probably feels good when you despise me
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You smile, smile, smile
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There he stands, he gets a boner of it
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Happy cause he can bark
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It took some time before I understood
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But he kept his anabolic arm in front of me
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For a moment I thought of a bad joke
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I asked for an explanation but he lisped: “And now quickly”
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Of course I heard the stories
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Allochthones and sneakers are kept out
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But here I stood with good shoes and snow white
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Because I have an obstinate haircut I got in trouble
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Against so much stupidity I’m speechless
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Why do I even want to go in this club?
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Power, power, power
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It probably feels good when you despise me
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You smile, smile, smile
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There he stands, he gets a boner of it
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In the night, night, night
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A piece of crap in shiny shoes doesn’t trust me
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But who here has the wrong head?
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There he stands, happy cuase he can bark
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You make me puke man!
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The Porter (Happy Cause He Can Bark)
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