| It was the night before
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| When i knocked on your door
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| Had the buttons of your dress in my eye
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| 3 o’clock in the morning
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| When my mind is dawning
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| I remember what i’ve done and i cry
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| You make me feel like a man
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| Who can’t see that his time has come
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| You’re so pretty — i’m so dumb
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| I’m the first man on the sun
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| Stuck a fork in my leg
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| Trying to remember your name
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| Hid my trousers as they slowly bled
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| Caught my brain in my zip
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| Let my intelligence slip
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| As i failed to get you into my bed
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| Can’t make you feel like a woman
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| Who can see that her time has come
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| You’re so pretty — i’m so dumb
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| I’m the first man on the sun
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| It was the night before
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| When i knocked at your door
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| Put your fingers to my head and went bang
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| Put her hands down my trousers
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| And pulled out my tongue
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| She was lucky to get life
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| And not hanged
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| You make me feel like a man
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| Who can’t see that his time has come
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| You’re so lovable, i’m athug
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| I’m the first man on the sun |