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