| So would you lay your head on my hairless chest?
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| You wouldn’t need to speak or even make a sound
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| I know that you’re a man and a man knows best
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| But sometimes we all need to man down
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| So c’mon, lay your arms
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| I wanna show myself
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| Yes, I wanna be bigger
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| Bigger than everyone else
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| I’m gonna work my figure
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| And in the winter, I will moisturize my knuckles
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| I’m the archetypal milenni-man
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| ‘Cause in the hinterland, men like me
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| Would suffer with knuckles dry like mini-mountains of sand
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| So would you lay your head on my hairless chest?
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| You wouldn’t need to speak or even make a sound
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| I know that you’re a man and a man knows best
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| But sometimes we all need to man down
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| So c’mon, lay your arms, nestled around my neck
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| ‘Cause I know what it feels to be young and proud
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| You feel strongly that nothing is wrong
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| But you’re wrong, because every man needs to man down
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| I don’t know what’s rough
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| I don’t know what’s wrong
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| So I’ll just beat my chest
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| Shoot me down, I’m King Kong
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| And in the summer, I go hiking with my brother
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| Try to climb the biggest mountain around
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| Spread on the sun cream, watch us turn a lovely color
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| Now our mother’s gonna be very proud
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| So would you lay your head on my hairless chest?
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| You wouldn’t need to speak or even make a sound
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| I know that you’re a man and a man knows best
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| But sometimes we all need to man down
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| So c’mon, lay your arms, nestled around my neck
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| ‘Cause I know what it feels to be young and proud
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| You feel strongly that nothing is wrong
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| But you’re wrong, because every man needs to man down |