| Real men don’t need other people, and
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| Real men suck it in
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| Real men don’t flinch or bleed in public
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| Oh, I think I’m a real man
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| Little boys cry and look around for comfort
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| And always get what they want
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| Little boys see toys and say «I can take that!»
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| Oh, you are my little boy
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| Though honestly, sir
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| All I wanna do is get naked in front of you
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| So you can look me up and down and tell me
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| «Well done, girl, you’re looking good»
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| Real men keep cool in the face of a fire
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| Go down with the ship
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| And real men don’t eat
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| 'Cause they’re above that, damn it
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| Oh, I’m gonna be a real man
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| Though honestly, sir
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| All I wanna do is get naked in front of you
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| So you can look me up and down
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| And give me your love for being so good
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| But little boys hold me, color me
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| Praise me, make me feel lovely
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| For a little while
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| So little boy, say you want me
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| 'Cause, well, I can’t take it
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| Go ahead
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| Do it, do it |