| Prince Johnny, you’re kind but you’re not simple
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| By now, I think I know the difference
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| You wanna be a son of someone
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| Remember the time we went and snorted
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| That piece of the Berlin Wall that you’d extorted
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| And we had such a laugh of it?
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| Prostrate on my carpet
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| You traced the Andes with your index
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| And brag of when and where and who you gonna bed next
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| All with sons of someone’s
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| All with sons of someone’s
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| Saw you pray to all to make you a real boy
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| Saw you pray to all to make you a real boy
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| Prince Johnny, you’re kind, but do be careful
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| By now I know just when to stand clear
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| When all your friends and acolytes are holding
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| Court in bathroom stalls
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| Where you pray to all to make you a real boy
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| Saw you pray to all to make you a real boy
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| But honey, don’t mistake my affection
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| For another spit-and-penny style redemption
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| Cause we’re all sons of someone’s
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| We’re all sons of someone’s
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| I wanna mean more than I mean to you
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| I wanna mean more than I meant to him
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| So I pray to all to make me a real girl
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| So I pray to all to make me a real girl
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| So I pray to all, all, all, all |