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I get down to dry my hair |
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With a little touch of gel |
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I read all the newspapers |
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But my mother still reads my mail |
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I won't wish my life away but |
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Tell me if you can |
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Who decides when I'm grown up |
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And I've turned into a man |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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But they still call me boy |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I'll be jumping for joy |
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When they drop the boy |
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I'm tired of the boy thing |
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I've got other things to do |
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I'd like to be in politics |
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Can't take another visit to the zoo |
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No more bikes or plastic models |
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And braces on my teeth |
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I'd like to drive a dino |
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And to live out of my reach |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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But they still call me boy |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I'll be jumping for joy |
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When they drop the boy |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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But they still call me boy |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I'll be jumping for joy |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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But they still call me boy |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
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I'm a man, yes I am |
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And I'll be jumping for joy |
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Drop the boy drop the boy |
