| Take your mind back, I don’t know when
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| Sometime when it always seemed to be just us and them
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| Girls that wore pink, boys that wore blue
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| Boys that always grew up better men than me and you
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| What’s a man now, what’s a man mean?
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| Is he rough or is he rugged, cultural and clean?
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| Now it’s all changed, it’s got to change more
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| We think it’s getting better but nobody’s really sure
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| And so it goes, go 'round again
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| But now and then we wonder who the real men are
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| See the nice boys dancing in pairs
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| Golden earring, golden tan, blow-wave in the hair
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| Sure they’re all straight, straight as a line
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| All the guys are macho, see the leather shine
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| You don’t want to sound dumb, don’t want to offend
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| So don’t call me a faggot, not unless you are a friend
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| Then if you’re tall, handsome and strong
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| You can wear the uniform and I could play along
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| And so it goes, go 'round again
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| But now and then we wonder who the real men are
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| Time to get scared, time to change plan
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| Don’t know how to treat a lady, don’t know how to be a man
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| Time to admit what you call defeat
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| 'Cause there’s women running past you now and you just drag your feet
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| Man makes a gun, man goes to war
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| Man can kill and man can drink and man can take a whore
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| Kill all the blacks, kill all the reds
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| If there’s war between the sexes then there’ll be no people left
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| And so it goes, go 'round again
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| But now and then we wonder who the real men are
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| And so it goes, go 'round again
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| But now and then we wonder who the real men are
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| And so it goes, go 'round again
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| But now and then we wonder who the real men are |