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Ten pounds too much to the naked eye
I don´t take the bus because she drives
Watermelon lipstick, and way too much
She got buttermilk smile and a thorny touch
Street smart, like a Courtney Love
Can´t get enough Hollywood stories of
Anybody famous that can make her feel
Like they´re all kinda friends in a way
No best friend, well one but she´s crazy
Grew up to end up a Professor of lazy
The last of six kids that all left town
Seems nobody ever wanted them around
But she´s cool like a soda can sittin´ on ice
Always orders sushi, only eats the rice
Talks about J Lo like they´re best of friends
I think she loves me, but it all depends
Hey baby, I don´t wanna be your Superman
I just wanna be your man and I´ll be super, baby
You´ll be standin´ in the sun shine
I´ll be standin´ right here in the rain
You save me and I will save the day
I got a sweet gig rakin´ in the cash with karaoke
I get the crowd goin´ when I sing the hokey pokey
I shake it to the
left and then I shake it to the right
What´s not to love, man I´m on tonight
I got the LA stylie with the New York trim
Keep my pants so low
It´s like I´m goin´ for a swim
I got the Coppertone tan, like in Mexico
Well, not now but when I go, yea
I know you don´t see me like a movie star
And it can´t help much that I don´t have no car
But you´re my favorite thing, by far
That´s gotta count for something