| I’m a real man
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| I got a real guitar
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| I’m a real man
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| Don’t even know where the boys are
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| I don’t want to frighten you, little girl
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| You’re so sweet and nice
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| But I don’t want to have to tell you twice
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| I’m a real man
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| I want to rock like a real man
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| Don’t get no shock from that
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| Elevator music in your computer program
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| Baby, how’d you like to rock with a real man?
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| Yes I’m a real man, baby
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| I’m not lying
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| I’m thirty-one years old now
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| And I still don’t mind dying
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| You can put the voodoo on me, girl
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| There’s nothing I can’t dodge
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| Check out this Lincoln in my garage
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| Kids, these days
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| I’m talkin' about these young folk
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| They’re about as wild as Pollyanna after she growed up
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| After a hard day at the Casiotone
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| They just don’t want to live
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| They’re about as dangerous as a junior executive
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| I’m a real man
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| I want to rock like a real man
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| Don’t get no shock from that
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| Elevator music in your computer program
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| Baby, how’d you like to rock with a real man?
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| Every dollar I earn, girl
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| I let it all burn
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| And if I wind up in jail
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| Well there’s only one of two thousand, seven hundred and sixty-two women that I
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| know
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| Who would gladly pay my bail
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| Now you might say I’m just some fool on a boast
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| But I wasn’t gonna hear ya, girl
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| From coast to coast
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| This ain’t Dan Rather talking
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| This ain’t the president’s son
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| But, ah, I’m still gonna have my fun
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| Cause I’m a real man
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| I got to rock like a real man
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| Don’t get no shock from that
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| Elevator music in your computer program
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| Baby, how’d you like to rock with a real man?
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| Turn off that elevator music
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| In your computer program
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| Baby, how’d you like to rock with a real man
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| Turn off that elevator music
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| In your computer program
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| Come on and rock with a real man |