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Poor boy No one on his arm He's got, tongue for talent Got, head off and your feet on You want it Hungry now and begging for my skin *You said, You said I feel good all over You said, You said There's never been another Like me, Like me There's nobody like me Baby it's a shame That you can't say the same* You wrap me in Take a look, Take a like mmm It's the, cure for anything You want my deepest thoughts Want to catch me hot Well, everybody's got their going rate Repeat * From Letras Mania