| You like your livin' free
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| You play at being cool
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| You don’t agree with any man
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| You’re stubborn as a mule
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| And a not a soul can tame you
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| Though you say a few have tried
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| And many girls have shown you love
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| And you push them all aside
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| No-one really knows you
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| They call you Smith by name
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| And no-one really understands
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| That money is your game
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| Is anyone truly sure
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| 'Bout where you’ve come here from?
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| You keep 'em guessing
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| No, they never see you work
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| Where do you get your money from?
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| You wear the latest fashions
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| Before they’re shown in magazines
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| You’re always looking good
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| And you’re always looking clean
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| You’re hanging with the big boys
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| Who spend a lot of cash
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| You never have enough bread
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| To keep it hidden with your stash
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| Do you care for someone?
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| Have you ever been in love?
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| It’s hard to tell what’s on your mind
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| Or who you’re thinking of
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| Is anyone truly sure
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| How you came to be still here?
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| You keep 'em guessing
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| Who you are and where you are
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| And what you’re really doing here
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| You keep 'em guessing
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| Cause they never see you work
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| «What does he really like from here?»
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| You drive a flashy car
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| And you’re known all over town
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| You seem to be getting up
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| When everybody’s getting down
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| Everyone seems to like you
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| Still they call you Smith by name
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| No-one gets too close
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| But we like you just the same
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| Do you care for someone?
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| Have you ever been in love?
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| It’s hard to tell what’s on your mind
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| Or who you’re thinking of
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| Is anyone truly sure
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| How you came to be still here?
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| You keep 'em guessing
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| Who you are and where you are
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| And what you’re really doing here
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| You keep 'em guessing
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| Cause they never see you work
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| What does he really want from here? |