| I’m King Candaules, call me Can
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| I want to be a woman but I’m just a man
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| I get off now and then
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| Showing your body to other men
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| I feel good, I feel fine
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| Treating your body as if it’s mine
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| You’ve got force to make juice
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| I love to see the sauce that you produce, well
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| Candaulism, call me Can
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| I want to be a woman but I’m just a man
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| Use your beauty, I use your skin
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| I swear there’s no-one in the room
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| So let’s begin
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| The game’s up Gyges, come on, come out
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| Well here’s the friend I was telling you about
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| He crept in while we got it on
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| Where’s the harm in that? |
| It’s just a piece of fun!
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| But you rose up, unamused
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| Told the man to kill me and he didn’t refuse
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| Well now he sits upon my throne
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| Showing your body to other men
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| Candaulism, call me Can
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| I used to be the king, I used to be a man
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| But now I’m dead, just a ghost
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| Watching you make love to him is what hurts the most
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| Candaulism, call me Can
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| I want to be a woman but I’m just a man |