| She don’t care about my car
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| She don’t care about my money
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| And that’s real good because I don’t got alot to spend
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| But if I did it wouldn’t mean nothin'
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| She likes me for me Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
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| With the charm of Robert Redford
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| Oozing out my ears
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| But what she sees
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| Are my faults and indecisions
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| My insecure conditions
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| And the tears upon the pillow that I shed
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| She don’t care about my big screen
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| Or my collection of DVD’s
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| Things like that just never mattered much to her
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| Plus she don’t watch to much t.v.
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| And she don’t care that I can fly her
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| To places she ain’t never been
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| But if she really wants to go
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| I think deep down she knows that
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| All she has to say is when
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| She likes me for me Not because I hang with Leonardo
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| Or that guy who played in «Fargo»
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| I think his name is Steve
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| She’s the one for me And I just can’t live without her
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| My arms belong around her
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| And I’m so glad I found her once again
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| And I’m so glad I found her once again
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| And I’m so glad I found her once again
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| Gazing at the ceiling
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| as we entertain our feelings in the dark
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| The things that we’re afraid of are gonna show us what we’re made of in the end
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| She likes me for me Not because I sing like Pavarotti
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| Or because I am such a hottie
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| I like her for her
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| Not because she’s phat like Cindy Crawford
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| She has got so much to offer
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| Why does she waste all her time with me There must be something there that I don’t see
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| She likes me for me Not because I’m tough like Dirty Hairy
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| Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
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| Unlike the Cable Guy
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| But what she sees
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| Is that I can’t live without her
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| My arms belong around her
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| And I’m so glad I found her once again
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| Found her once again
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| I’m so glad I found her once again
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| On again |