Headache. the girl she says she's got a headache What she needs is just a handshake Squeezing out all of the bad excuses she can make Mornings- there will be some ugly mornings But at least I'll know what love means Love that lets me be as human as can be I don't have to fake it I won't have to lead you on I'm as real as they come and I don't see how some women put you on Fakers with your lipo and your lipstick You make it easy for a real chick To see the horror pouring out of your ruby lips Perfect I thank God that I'm not perfect I happen to like all my defects But my tv don't agree and I don't give a shit I won't have to fake it I don't have to put you on I'm as real as they come And I don't see how some women lead you on I won't have to fake it I won't have to put you on And I don't like the way that I'm put on display For your sorry eyes sorry eyes Here comes the real one Here comes the real thing Here comes the real one I don't have to fake it I don't have to put you on I'm as real as they come And I don't see how some women lead you on I don't have to fake it I won't have to lead you on And I don't understand why would a man Want a circus clown
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