it was summertime and we played a gig down at the seaside when i started to think about you and about me and the recent thing we had and then i fight, fight, fight, fight, fight through the night because the boys were talking bad about you and i'm sure i was/i'll be the best there is if you let me in your arms again... all i do is thinking about you... and i will be your policy, your maximum security would you let me be your man let me be your man let me be your man let me be your man so i'm spending days making new myself all because of you and i exercise, i buy clothes you like and i had a haircut too i'll give you back the stuff i took from you if you let me be your man except for stereo it's now mine you know it's a perfect match with my furniture your man let me be your man let me be your man let me be your man just let me read your mail.
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