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

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