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I was hangin' with my buddies at the no-tell motel bar
Solvin' every problem in the world with a drink and an imitation cuban cigar.
When in walked an angel built for sin,
On the arm of somethin' that the cat drug in...
M- hmm, she's way too cute for him.
That boy's gotta have something
But it's nothin' i can see
Is it a swiss account? a fancy car?
Or a well-heeled family tree?
Don't wanna get too down on that poor li'l guy
Who must be eddie van halen in a great disguise
'cause a girl like that can name her who or when
She's way too cute for him
What's he got that i ain't got?
I'm ready and willin' to learn
Just give me one more shot 'cause like it or not
Right now he's got her!
Is he some kind of surgeon imported from france?
Does he move like michael jackson when she gets him to dance?
Does he sing like sinatra?
Does he spend like trump?
What's a queen like that doin' with forest gump?
Does he always take the checker at the indy 5?
Hold some kind of record as the oldest alive?
Must be cia, or have some high powered friends
She's way too cute for him
Somebody give me a clue, help me understand
That girl's way too cute for him!
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