You'll be manly, my kid
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I don't want to see any tear slide
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Down that heroic face
And that fully sculpted body
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To reach fantastic heights
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That only a daydream could top
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You'll be manly, my kid
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I don't want to see a single feminine ounce
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Nor any airs or gestures that mean
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And God knows they're still the worst
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Coming to castrate you for a few vocal riffs
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Away from you, those delicate tactics
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All those women on diets
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Who feminize, knock you groggy
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Pretending to be the faithful Messiah
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Of that proud archaic model
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You'll hold in your hands the iconic legacy
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Of Apollo, and like every boy
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You'll run after a ball like a champ
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And become my little historic hero
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You'll be manly, my kid
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I want to see your pale skin darken with fights
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So none of those ladies
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Steer you toward pink, harmful lands
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For glorious lads
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You'll hoist your masculine power
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To counter that sensitive essence
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That your mother throws at us in the family
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She tires your invulnerable Achilles
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You'll count your bills of abundance
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That blossom beneath your feet
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That you'll never meet
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You'll spit shamelessly in every direction
You'll march proud and juiced
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On flesh, on protein-fed nerves
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You'll be manly, my kid
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You'll shine through your physical strength
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Your dominant look, your thug stance
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You'll enjoy your rough spark
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But me, but me, I play with girls
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But me, but me, I don't flaunt my d*ck
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But me, but me, I'll speed up your wrinkles
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So your words stop and vanish
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But me, but me, I play with girls
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But me, but me, I don't flaunt my d*ck
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But me, but me, I'll speed up your wrinkles
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So your words stop and vanish