| There he goes just a walking down the street
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| he’s a big piece of man with tha big piece of meat
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| he’s brash in a flash he’s got a fistful of cash
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| he’s keeping his cool while he’s making his dash
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| he’s got a smile that says trouble and a fist that says love
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| he’ll burst your bubble like death from above
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| he’s a man with a mission a fire in the hole
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| he’s hormones raging out of control
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| he’s the man
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| there she goes just a walking down the street
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| she’s a plastic wrapped candy bar with pumps on her feet
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| she’s got a glamorous stink you can smell from miles around
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| and when she barks on by she drags her sex on the ground
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| she’s got chemical hair she’ll flick it into your face
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| she keeps a silicon spare and a bottle of mace
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| she doesn’t know what she wants but she’ll get it for free
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| cuz she’s got more curves than the monte grand prix
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| she’s the man
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| he’s on the go hard pills and he’s looking for you
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| cocked and loaded in a world turned blue
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| she’s a sweet wee lass who’s good for a laugh
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| looking for a gentleman to blow it up her arse
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| he’s a stiff messiah hot off the cross
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| she’s a burning pyre made of candy floss
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| dj moses uniting the drugged
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| jesus and mary man it must be love
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| you’re the man |