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I was thinking he could float my boat
Sure that he could blow my horn
Thinking he could bridge my moat
Certain he could shuck my corn
I should have ran when he called me "Mate"
I should have cut out when he cut the cheese
I should have bailed when he licked his plate
Before my heart began to freeze
Strange how a reject can seem so perfect, til you hold it close
Strange how a reject can seem so perfect, til you hold him close
I was thinking he could raise my flag
Sure that he could quell my swell
Hoping he could fluff my ***
Certain he would ring my bell
I should have twigged when he couldn't dance
Should have had a hunch when I felt bored
I should have forseen the odds on chance
This sheet jockey was bound to snore...
Strange how a reject can seem so perfect, til you hold it close
Strange how a reject can seem so perfect, til you hold him close
Sound travels so much slower than the speed of light
Until you hear some people speak you might think they're bright
They appear to be so right
Strange how a reject can seem so perfect, til you hold it close
Strange how a reject can seem so perfect, til you hold him close
Strange how a reject can seem so perfect, til you hold it close
Strange how a reject can seem so perfect, til you hold him close
I was thinking he could float my boat
Sure that he could blow my horn
Hoping he would bridge my moat
Certain he would shuck my corn