| Brian
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| Top marks for not trying
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| So kind of you to bless us
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| With your effortlessness
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| We’re grateful, so strangely comforted
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| And I wonder
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| Are you putting us under
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| 'Cause we can’t take our eyes
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| Off the t-shirt and ties combination?
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| Well, see you later, innovator
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| Some want to kiss, some want to kick you
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| There’s not a net you couldn’t slip through
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| Or at least that’s the impression I get
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| 'Cause you’re smooth, and you’re wet
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| And she’s not aware yet
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| But she’s yours
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| She’ll be saying, use me
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| Show me the jacuzzi
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| I imagine that it’s there, on a plate
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| You’re whole rendezvous rate
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| Means that you’ll never be frightened
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| To make them wait for a while
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| I doubt it’s your style
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| Not to get what you set
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| Out to acquire the eyes are on fire
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| You are the unforecasted storm
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| Hup
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| Calm, collected and commanding
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| (Top marks for not trying)
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| You leave the other stories standing
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| With your renditions and jokes
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| Bet there’s hundreds of blokes
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| That have wept 'cause you’ve stolen their
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| Thunder
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| Are you putting us under
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| 'Cause we can’t take our eyes
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| Off the t-shirt and ties combination
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| Well, see you later, innovator |