When I walk down the street, most guys look like elves

I don't mean to put them down but they do

It's hard to understand me from the laguage that I use

There's n oword in English for my style



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What's a man like me supposed to do with all this extra savoir-faire?

What is left for me to prove, dear?



I know just what to do when the ladies come 'round

You can try to copy me but you'll fall

Now, you might think you're different but time will prove me right

When you wake up from your dream I'll be gone



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