LYRICS
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Inside every teenage girl there's a fountainInside every young pair of pants there's a mountainInside every mother's eyes is Tommy Tinkrem's bedInside every candidate waits a grateful deadI make it a thing, when I'm on my own to relieve myselfI make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage to believe in myselfI make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myselfYeah, and pretend I'm walking homeI took it so bad, I sat in the correction roomTook me a fag, and a kick in the moonWell, I ain't gonna suck no radar wingBecause inside this tin is tinWould you like to techno-plate cause I'm your candidateOh yeahIt's a matter of lifeAnd the way you walk, you've got a BrylCream queenIt's a matter of tactIn the things you talk, that keeps his passport cleanA matter of factThat a cock ain't a cock on a twelve inch screenSo I'll pretend I'm walking homeYou don't have to scream a lot to keep an age in tuneYou don't have to scream a lot to predict monsoonsYou don't have to paint my contact blackNow I've hustled a pair of jeansDo I have to give your money back when I'm the FuhrerlingI'll make you a dealI'll say I came from from Earth and my tongue is tapedI'll make you a dealYou can get your kicks on the candidateI'll make you a dealFor your future's sake, I'm the candidateLet's pretend we're walking homeuh-huh, uh-huhI'm the candidateI'm the candidate
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