He's laboring under the impression
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight
You know the type
With a mouth as loud as wide
Throwing his weight around
But he's as heavy as a sack of down
You know the score
You've seen it twenty million times before
There ought to be a law
Pertaining to his manner of discourse
He's laboring under the impression
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight
She wears his hat
Be it Panama, beach, or flat
Like a badge the tells the world
Hey everybody this is big boy's girl
Grown men grow weak
And their eyes heavy with sleep
When a boy want to tackle something heavy and deep
He's laboring under the impression
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight (X3)
[Thanks to ralphreinert for adding these lyrics]
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He's laboring under the impression
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight
You know the type
With a mouth as loud as wide
Throwing his weight around
But he's as heavy as a sack of down
You know the score
You've seen it twenty million times before
There ought to be a law
Pertaining to his manner of discourse
He's laboring under the impression
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight
She wears his hat
Be it Panama, beach, or flat
Like a badge the tells the world
Hey everybody this is big boy's girl
Grown men grow weak
And their eyes heavy with sleep
When a boy want to tackle something heavy and deep
He's laboring under the impression
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight (X3)
[Thanks to ralphreinert for adding these lyrics]
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight
You know the type
With a mouth as loud as wide
Throwing his weight around
But he's as heavy as a sack of down
You know the score
You've seen it twenty million times before
There ought to be a law
Pertaining to his manner of discourse
He's laboring under the impression
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight
She wears his hat
Be it Panama, beach, or flat
Like a badge the tells the world
Hey everybody this is big boy's girl
Grown men grow weak
And their eyes heavy with sleep
When a boy want to tackle something heavy and deep
He's laboring under the impression
That he's god's gift to women
He says he can make her skin crawl
She says he only makes her skin crawl
She treats him just like a patient
With an overactive imagination
On and on about getting it on
When there's nothing getting done tonight (X3)
[Thanks to ralphreinert for adding these lyrics]