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Well girl, let's make some dinner plansShe calls her group of lady friendsI'll be the one man band, no one can hold my handCause I'm using both my handsWell I'm stuck here, drowned in girlish smellsWho thought this could become my hellI've got these ho's to my left, and ho's to my rightGot all the girls looking cause I'm with ladies nightWhoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, ohAnd oh I must be going crazyI've got two too many girls on all my extremitiesAnd I start the argumentsI'm a psychologist, don't you think so?Well oh, oh, please, it's so flatteringAll of your blabbering, you'd find me royal tooOr am I blind, I'm blind to all my prideI thought I glued my eyes open wideSo can we give up the fight, I think I just mightGo show to the young how to get back to lifeWhoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, ohAnd oh I must be a little mixed up when the world takes meIt takes me incompatiblySongtexteAnd I, will fight bad mix by getting byI will fight bad mix with fighting criesAnd every single day that I get away from you and ourBreak, my heart grows with every partyAnd all the lovely voicesHow they are right on timeMy mind begins to shineThey touch me babyDon't it drive you crazyOne, two, what you gonna doGot all the right things, they're right in front of youAnd it's the very same things that separate the youthThat yield strength from old age where lies become the truthAnd my demonsThey, they like to showI just gotta keep them lowI just gotta keep them lowSo girl, when you make our dinner plansYou'll hold me in higher demand Aus Songtexte Mania