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Oh, yeah.
You gotta be a man
To be mine.
Come on, get over here.
Yeah, you can ride your bike.
Don’t tell me you can’t drive
Or that you don’t have a ride.
Your bike may be broken,
But if you’re a man,
You gotta fix it.

Two miles won’t kill ya
The sweat on your forehead
Will proclaim your love for me
Yeah, boy, let’s see ya sweat.
‘Cause I want you
To be mine.
And mama won’t like it
If you’re a lazy one,
Waiting for love
To be easy.

So, come on.
This is a test for you.
You ain’t mine
If you tell me that bike
Is too high to reach.
If ya do, then, boy, I’d be too.
I will make you work,
And pray, and sweat for me-
‘Cause I won’t be doin’ it for you
If you won’t move for me.

Get off the phone
And get your butt off that couch.
Don’t let pride get in the way
If you need a stool or wrench
To ride that bike.
There’s no excuses,
Even if that bike is in ruins.
If you find one,
You just call me up and say goodbye.
Or walk.




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