Oh he's the kind of guy who thinks he's smart
He's the type that always looks the part
He's on the make, it's undertake, honey
An' I never let him touch my heart
He didn't mean to catch my eye, well he's lucky, he just walked on by
'Cos he hasn't met a girl like me, are you kiddin'
Well I tell him that I'd rather die
He's the type that always looks the part
He's on the make, it's undertake, honey
An' I never let him touch my heart
He didn't mean to catch my eye, well he's lucky, he just walked on by
'Cos he hasn't met a girl like me, are you kiddin'
Well I tell him that I'd rather die
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