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I judge by what she's wearing Just how many hits I'm hearing From all these assholes coming onto her And I wish she'd take the night off So I don't have to fight off Every asshole coming onto her CHORUS: Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand, on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?) I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?) Here comes the next contestant I hate those fucking losers, musclemen and punk ass bruisers, Just as they start coming onto her They're wondering, I can see it, find out, what's with me, Just cause they start coming onto her CHORUS: Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand, on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?) I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?) Here comes the next contestant |