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    Doorman, you got an attitude
    Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit
    You'd like nothing more than to break my face
    No rhyme, no reason, no colour or race

    You'd like to throw me out on the street
    It ain't my fault that you can't read
    You look like a monkey scowling at me
    Well, suck my banana, suck it with cream

    'Cause all I wanna do
    Is get closer to you
    'Cause all I wanna do
    Is make a mess out of you

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    Promotion for you is to stamp my wrist
    If you're a good boy, ya get the guest list
    Ya don't listen, don't think, no mind of your own
    Your job is prevention, but you just provoke

    'Cause all I wanna do
    Is get closer to you
    'Cause all I wanna do
    Is make a mess out of you

    'Cause all I wanna do
    Is get closer to you
    'Cause all I wanna do
    Is make a mess out of you

    'Cause all I wanna do
    Is get closer to you
    'Cause all I wanna do
    Is make a mess out of
    You

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    Composition: Stereophonics (The)

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