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He's too young to die |
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Too old to cry |
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If he talks of love |
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People might laugh |
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He's too lough for love |
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Too butch to cry |
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He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud |
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One and only friend |
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His motorbike |
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Speedin' on the road |
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Wind in his eyes |
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Beatin' up the old |
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Too shy to fight |
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He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud |
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He's too proud to jerk |
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Too pretty to work |
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Standin' in a street |
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Trousers too tight |
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He's sellin' himself |
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To make a few bucks |
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He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud |
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Sure, he lies, he cheats |
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Whenever we meet |
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He has no finesse |
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Just a pretty face |
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He's so good |
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I can't send him away |
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He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud |
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A stud, a stud |
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A 50 dollar-leather-trousered-stud! |
