| Lyrics: | When I walk down the street, most guys look like elves
I don't mean to put them down but they
do
It's hard to understand me from the laguage that I use
There's n oword in English for
my style
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What's a man like me supposed to do with all this extra
savoir-faire?
What is left for me to prove, dear?
I know just what to do when the
ladies come 'round
You can try to copy me but you'll fall
Now, you might think you're
different but time will prove me right
When you wake up from your dream I'll be
gone
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