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Ladies, if he's:

digging up your coffin

Ronald Reagan (baby)

half human and half machine

laying track on your ass with a Styrofoam bat

at a party hanging out with Mose Def

the right one (on his touch tone touch tone telephone)

the only one (on his am am radio)

your soft fuzzy man, and therefore not like other guys who have a surface

probably going to go insane if he learns your full name

almost fallen down the stairs which is kinda hard to do in a one story home

dancing like a fool but no one seems to care at all

your dad

standing on a chair

caught insomnia from looking at the moon

a freak

the eighth wonder

knows the constellations (well some)

ballroom dancing on a wave in the ocean with his mermaid gf

thinks you've all gone mad, gone nuts at least a tad, it's really kinda sad

wants to be your imaginary friend

sick of playing don't wake daddy

promises he won't throw up, no

asking you to slap him, please, alright if he makes a song about being a rock star

got your hand in his (as you watch Aurora Borealis crush mankind)

can't remember cuz his heart jumped and hit his brain (c'est l'amour et blessure)

can't canoe, can you canoe oh kangaroo?

meant not a single tender word that he's ever said

calls you a sexy dvd

meets you in a dream

says that you can't scare him, but in his heart he screams "you give me gooooooooooooosebumps"

he's not your man, he's

Neil Cicierega

This gal I forgot to post here