| Some people call me the space cowboy
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| Some call me the gangster love
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| And some people call me Maurice
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| Cause I speak of the competence of love.
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| Well, people talkin about me, baby
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| They say I’m doing wrong, I’m doing wrong.
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| Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, don’t you worry dirty mama,
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| Cause I’m right here, right here, right here, right here headin' home.
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| I’m a picker, I’m a grinner, I’m a lover, and I’m a sinner
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| I play my music in the sun
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| I’m a joker, I’m a smoker, I’m a midnight toker.
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| I get my lovin' on the run.
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| You sheltered me from harm
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| Kept me warm, kept me warm
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| You gave my love to me
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| Set me free, set me free
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| The finest years I ever knew
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| Were all the years I had with you
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| People talking about me baby
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| They say I’m doing, I’m doing, I’m doing you all wrong
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| Don’t you worry, don’t you worry mama
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| Right here, right here, right home
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| Is there someone you know
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| You’re lovin them so
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| But taken them all for granted
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| You may lose them one day
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| Someone takes them away
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| And they dont hear the words you long to say
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| I’m a picker, I’m a grinner, I’m a lover, a sinner
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| I play my music in the sun, I play my music in the sun
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| I’m a joker, a smoker, and I’m a midnight toker.
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| She don’t wanna hurt no one
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| Some people call me the space cowboy
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| Some call the gangster love
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| And some people call me Maurice
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| Cause I speak the competence of love
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| I speak the competence
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| Cause I speak of love (once again) |