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There's this one guy There's no one like him in all the world Because you can always see Those girls down on their knees In those dark sweaty rooms Planning out his thoughts He's waiting for just the right One by one as they walk right through the door They keep on coming back, I guess that they just want more He has fun, fun, fun, and you might call him a whore But just look where he's at because he is the one that scores I saw my friend there out on the field today I asked him where he's going, he said all the way Now one by one as they walk right through the door They keep on coming back, I guess that they just want more He has fun, fun, fun, and you might call him a whore But just look where he's at because he is the one that scores From Letras Mania