| Powders in between palms in the dry Pacific night
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| Hands pulling me to a new place
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man
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| 'Free house'
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| Greatest two words to hear at sixteen
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| Glee, you’ve arrived
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| Floral notes from your friends, in between the crowd we lock eyes
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| «This fragrance should elevate your handsomeness»
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| She’s looking up from the packaging and smiling
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| I know this girl, I’ve seen her at school
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| «Then I’ll take a palette!"I laugh
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| The snap of my quip is caught under another shopper asking for directions to
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| the restroom
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| She turns back to me
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| «Would you like this gift-wrapped?»
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| «No thank you»
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| I watch her hands
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| «Okay, that’ll be 49.95»
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| I think I love her
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man
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| I’m your man, I’m your man, I’m your man |