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| Bobs My, I'm Large Valentino's I live across the street Across the street from Valentino's For every car there's valet parking It's my boyfriend who parks All the cars at Valentino's He's always so polite When he's not parking cars He likes to wear his poodle collar The platform shoes make him seem taller Black leather, spiked hair and chains Make him a frightful sight He's always so polite He's not like the real men Who take their girls to Valentino's He's just from the suburbs A wimp, a wimp -- He parks the cars at Valentino's I want a Latin lover Someone to tell me who my friends are Who doesn't work to earn a living He'd never tell me what he does I know it's not my business He'd always treat me right When we'd go out at night He'd always make me wear a white dress It's best when he makes me feel helpless He's not like my boyfriend If I say something wrong He makes me shut up He doesn't need to be polite We'd go out in his Camaro And we'd drive up to Valentino's He'd throw the keys to my boyfriend The wimp, the wimp -- He parks the cars at Valentino's He parks the cars at Valentino's He parks the cars at Valentino's |
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