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I keep thinking of your mum Leaning softly in the sun There's no reason I just can't explain Did my genetic go wrong? Are the others... are they better? (2x) You can feel it she's a bomb When she dyes her hair in blonde When you're feeling insecure She just waves away your thoughts Are the others... are they better? (2x) I beg, I plead you to bring me home I was destined for your mum I believe I was destined for your mum You're touchy, touchy, touchy (4x) From Letras Mania