| Word. |
| Haven’t you heard? |
| I told the world you’re a perfect gentleman
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| It shows, and everyone knows, but I suppose I could shout it out again
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| Can’t stop bigging you up, telling the world that you’re my world,
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| you are my king
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| Sure, I want you to know that I love you so, cause it’s like everyone knows but
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| you
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| And no, it won’t take too long 'fore I write a song, I dedicate it to boo-boo
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| And I’ll mention again that you’re a swell, hell of a guy, so strong and true
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| These lips are in your service
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| It’s sooner than you deserve
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| I will spend a lifetime on it
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| Never find the word to say it
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| I hope I don’t embarrass you
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| Sharing the special things you do
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| But if I don’t, I’ll burst with joy
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| Never be known to be coy
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| If I said it once, it’s been a million times
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| You are the object of my lip service
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| My homage to you
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| How can I explain, what can I say, and somehow not go all the way?
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| If you don’t know by now that you hold the power, then you will sometime today
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| Look, you don’t seem to know, I’m making a show of myself to make a point
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| Fine, it’s all in that, when I get the talk I write endless lines about you
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| Then I still understand, try to explain all of the things I vaguely knew
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| I keep bigging you up, and I won’t give up until you understand it’s true
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| I see everyone now, but my little boy is just a phowah
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| Glazing over
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| They heard it all before
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| My lips are in your service for now |