En Sparrer Dedikation
I know he's not the kind
The kind that settles down
And I know he finds it hard
Keeping his feet on the ground
He goes out every night
Down the pub with all his mates
Getting into fights
Staying out ´til late
And when he comes home
Rolling drunk
Don't get it up
Just remember:
Even tough guys need someone some times
He don't where Armani suits
Or shirts pressed nice and clean
He wears doctor martens boots
And dirty Levi jeans
Your friends all think he's gross
And your parents hate his guts
And he once gave you a dose
But the tablets cleared it up
They all say he's no good
But he's misunderstood
And remember:
Even tough guys need someone some times
He drives his car to fast
And don't remember what you said
His promises don't last
And he's lousy in bed
And when you're at a party
And he's puking in the bin
And you're trying to remember
What you ever saw in him
Don't go into one
He's only having fun
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"He wears doctor martens boots"
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