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Nothing to Do with You
That macho, what does he think he is
That no one has been able to play with me
No sir, he is very mistaken
I don't deal with shameless
From a mile away I knew what he was up to
His bad intentions were transparent
Lascivious gaze
Scanning bodies
He was on the hunt
Don't come near me, sir
I know your kind
They have already fooled me
Keep your distance
The sir seems hungry
I don't want anything to do with you
His eyeballs
are popping out of their sockets
he's about to boil over
his tongue hangs, drooling
whoever falls, even if she's the ugliest
I detect them with my sixth sense
those genes of a hunter macho
he sets his traps, the cunning one
he thinks he's divine
Don't come near me, sir...
