| I see a man, who boasts of his fame
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| Got an addiction for attention like a drug racing for the brain
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| He is a man, who loves to persuade
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| He needs a woman by his side every night as an accolade
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| Rounding them in, asking their name, he leans in
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| Oooh, ooooh
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| Heartache will come when sober
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| Hasn’t been home to notice he’s older
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| Hurting from one who left him burnt
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| He is a man of faults, a flirt
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| He’s a fool
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| A male with needs, begging for praise
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| He’s got a taste for the chase all he has are his wicked ways
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| Never in love, solo by choice
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| How he gets them is a habit that he wants to remain always
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| He leans in
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| Oooh, ooooh
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| Heartache will come when sober
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| Hasn’t been home to notice he’s older
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| Hurting from one who left him burnt
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| He is a man of faults, a flirt
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| He’s a fool
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| Oooh, ooooh
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| Heartache will come when sober
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| Hasn’t been home to notice he’s older
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| Hurting from one who left him burnt
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| He is a man of faults, a flirt
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| He’s a fool |