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Nanne Grönvall - Men Lyrics




Yeah Yeah, men!

I've known a lot of little boys, I've known many men
Now I say "Oh my God! I'm falling in love again!"
I've been a shoulder to cry on, decoration to try on
But most of all, I've been a body to lie on (I'm getting squashed!)
I've poured tea and sympathy - it'll be the death of me
For all them great big babies

refren':
Talking, talking about Men
Totally impossible Men
I'm gonna get radical, Men
Totally predictable Men
And when they get physical....
Yeah yeah, Men!

They've been the start of war and that trouble back at the bar
They cause all that insurance on your car...look out!
Everything they do is so hard to swallow
But I've made up my mind - I'm gonna lead, ain't gonna follow
(Two paces behind)
You get some politician talking out of his face
He's got a bimbo too baby

refren'

Still pouring out tea and sympathy, it'll be the death of me
For all them grown up babies

refren'
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Yeah Yeah, men!

I've known a lot of little boys, I've known many men
Now I say "Oh my God! I'm falling in love again!"
I've been a shoulder to cry on, decoration to try on
But most of all, I've been a body to lie on (I'm getting squashed!)
I've poured tea and sympathy - it'll be the death of me
For all them great big babies

refren':
Talking, talking about Men
Totally impossible Men
I'm gonna get radical, Men
Totally predictable Men
And when they get physical....
Yeah yeah, Men!

They've been the start of war and that trouble back at the bar
They cause all that insurance on your car...look out!
Everything they do is so hard to swallow
But I've made up my mind - I'm gonna lead, ain't gonna follow
(Two paces behind)
You get some politician talking out of his face
He's got a bimbo too baby

refren'

Still pouring out tea and sympathy, it'll be the death of me
For all them grown up babies

refren'
[ Correct these Lyrics ]


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