| You ain’t the kind of friend
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| I’d like to take home to my mother
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| She wouldn’t understand
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| Someone I could love like a brother
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| And me, I must admit
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| You are not like any other
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| Yeah, I have never known a person like you
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| When I come home at night
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| You’re always there waitin' for me
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| Climb in, turn out the lights
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| And tell me a bedtime story
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| And me, I feel so right
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| I know I don’t have to worry
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| It comes easy with a person like you
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| My folks say they’re doubting your intention
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| You don’t live according to convention
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| That’s all right, I can make it with a friend like you
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| My folks say I’ve lost my inhibition
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| We’re not in the usual position
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| That’s all right, I can take it with a friend like you
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| True, I don’t understand
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| What comes as your motivation
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| But when you take my hand
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| We make a good combination
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| And if the laughter’s canned
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| I won’t complain to the station
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| I can take it from a person like you
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| You’re not the kind of friend
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| I’d like to take home to my mother
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| She wouldn’t understand
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| Someone I could love like a brother
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| And me, I must admit
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| You are not like any other
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| Yeah, I have never known a person like you
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| I have never known a person like you
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| So true |