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[Buck 65]
i try to be nice and take care of my appearances,
keep out of trouble and trifle interferences.
the bachelor of science i run my own company.
somebody call me, my number's unlisted,
some stories are straight and others come twisted.
women's intuition and young gals' luck,
every girl i know has a crush on (who?).
boys may cheat, either that or they might leave her.
all i wanna do is dance, i've got saturday night fever.
so let me rearrange my sock drawers alone behind locked doors,
and make scrambled eggs for breakfast and sit and read the box scores.
but i'm not tryin' to score points with,
i'd rather read the bible than use its pages to roll joints with.
i get what i want but got no one to share it with,
i feel it in my chest and nothin' to compare it with.
the bachelor of science, i run my own company.
show me your photographs and tell me a ghost story,
as long as it doesn't involve your ex-boyfriend.
stars glow in the dark until the first sign of daylight,
i like human contact but i don't like to play fight.
the desperado knows just how at peace we are,
in the bed naked watchin' movies on the vcr.
color me see through and tickle my favorite inch,
turn the ringer off and thank god for david lynch.
("i wanna show girls that i love them")
i hope to goodness that i'll always be aware and sure of myself.
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