| He’s got a perfect face
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| (Turn away before you go and turn me on)
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| I cannot look away
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| (I'm stunned
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| It’s that Je ne sais quoi, uh huh)
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| He talks to me in my sleep
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| Does he write my songs for me?
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| Should I try to play just like him?
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| (Kick it out, could you show me your riffs?)
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| You always measure me by him
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| (Don't get me wrong, I’m not opposed to something big)
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| I’m so sick of tests
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| Go ahead and flunk my ass
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| You don’t own the situation, honey
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| You don’t own the stage
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| We’re here to join the conversation
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| And we’re here to raise the stakes
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| Now do you hear that sound?
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| As the model breaks
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| Take the stage!
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| Let the image of him fade away
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| (Go back and tear the pictures from the page)
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| It’s time for a new rock n' roll age
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| (History will have to find a different face)
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| And if you’re ready for more
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| I just might be what you’re looking for
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| You don’t own the situation, honey
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| You don’t own the stage
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| We’re here to join the conversation
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| And we’re here to raise the stakes
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| Now do you hear that sound?
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| As the model breaks
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| Take the stage! |