| Do you get a little anxious when a man is in the room?
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| Projecting phallic symbols like the landed on the moon
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| Well, I don’t think there’s any chance we’ll understand each other soon
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| Guys are gross
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| The attitude will change with the direction of the blood
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| And it won’t help with intervention or a lesson from above
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| Well, they will try to win affection with confessions of their love
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| Guys are gross
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| They may over step their bounds
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| When no one’s left around
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| When down is up and up is down
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| We sent them to wars and hunting
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| Now we send them to stores for something
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| Oh darling, please, I know I’m just a snarling beast
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| And perhaps we’ve all grown obsolete
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| They swear, they spit, they smell like shit
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| To be eloquent, guys are gross
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| So treat them well, cuz they need your help
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| They can barely feed themselves
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| Guys are gross
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| Wake up at six and get my daughter to school
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| I get home quick because there’s laundry to do
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| I’d dress up like a princess if she wanted me to
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| But all that sick shit you heard is probably true
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| Is this the dying gasp of a creature who’s time has past
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| Just lie back, try and relax
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| Oh darling, please, you know I’m just a snarling beast
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| And perhaps we’ve all grown obsolete
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| They curse, they hit, they smell like shit
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| To put it delicate, guys are gross
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| So treat them well, cuz they can reach high shelves
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| But they can barely feed themselves
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| Guys are gross… |