| One man insulates his heart and
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| Hopes to make himself a shelter
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| Storms may blow his house apart
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| But he’s still got cover
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| He’ll never be available or vulnerable
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| Enough to ever be her lover
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| Powerful stuff, powerful stuff
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| The lady says it’s not enough
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| A hundred proof’s for powder puffs
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| Takes more than that to get a lady off
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| He gets tender, she gets tough
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| Tears his head off in a huff…
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| One man wanders in a wood and
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| Comes upon a lonely tower
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| He huffs and puffs and blows it down
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| To demonstrate his power
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| Powerful stuff, powerful stuff
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| The lady says it’s not enough
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| A hundred proof’s for powder puffs
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| Takes more than that to get a lady off
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| He gets tender, she gets tough
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| Tears his head off in a huff…
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| Is this it? |
| Wo’s on the list?
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| Will he be hit? |
| Will he be missed?
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| Dynamite, pure dynamite
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| Left hundreds homeless in the night
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| A blast of noise, a flash of light
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| Just to satisfy her appetite…
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| Storms may blow his house apart
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| But he sleeps sheltered in his heart |