| Well, my pad is very messy
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| And there’s whiskers on my chin
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| And I’m all hung up on music
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| And I always play to win
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| I ain’t got no time for loving
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| 'Cause my time is all used up
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| Just sittin' around creating
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| All that groovy kind of stuff
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| 'Cause I’m a man
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| Yes, I am
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| And I can’t help but love you so
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| Well, I’m a man
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| Yes, I am
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| And I can’t help but love you so
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| Well, if I had my choice of matter
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| I would rather be with cats
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| All engrossed in mental chatter
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| Showing where our minds are at
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| And relating to each other
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| Just how strong our will can be
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| In resisting all involvements
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| With each groovy chick we see
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| Well, I’m a man
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| Yes, I am
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| And I can’t help but love you so
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| Well, I’m a man
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| Yes, I am
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| And I can’t help but love you so
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| Said I got to keep my image
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| While suspended on a throne
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| That looks out upon a kingdom
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| Filled with people all unknown
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| Who imagine I’m not human
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| And my heart is made of stone
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| And I never had no problems
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| And my toilet’s trimmed with gold
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| Well, I’m a man
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| Yes, I am
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| And I can’t help but love you so
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| Well, I’m a man
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| Yes, I am
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| And I can’t help but love you so |