He stands 6'4
Just like a tall door
He smiles like the sun
And he lights up and then I run
Closer to him
Just like a bird on a limb
LIttle bit of respect
Makes him my prime suspect
Dozen of minor questions
About a little depression
But he dont live in a big mansion
He still carries his head up high
Especially when he thinks he gonna die
Not rich enough to wear minks
But colder than a piece of ice
And I think he can be rather nice
He wont put up a drastic fight
When darkness falls tonight
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