Here they come, looking sugar oh so sweet, they talk so street
You can almost hear them saying underneath:
Don't cry, stay real, look sweet yeah!
Baby baby, there's beauty in the way you grit your teeth
Think you're neat, but you're looking like a stiff to me
Don't cry, stay real, look sweet yeah
Don't cry, stay real, look sweet yeah
Am I the only one to no longer wish that every day was Saturday?
Am I the only one who goes round thinking:
It ain't me
(stay real, look sweet) It ain't me
It ain't me
(stay real, look sweet) It ain't me
You and me shaking sugar under sheets we bought last week
You and me share a language that our souls can speak
Don't cry, stay real, look sweet yeah
Don't cry, stay real, look sweet yeah
Am I the only one to no longer wish that every day was Saturday?
Am I the only one who goes round thinking:
It ain't me
(stay real, look sweet) It ain't me
It ain't me
(stay real, look sweet) It ain't me
(Ah, sweet)
Shuffling through the alley with your cufflinks all a-dangling
And your funny eyes attached to the sun
(x3)
Shuffling through the alley
(stay real, look sweet)
Oh rocky dandy
People say you've got no handy
And your handkerchief is much too rare
(stay real, look sweet)
My poor understanding
(stay real, look sweet)
Oh you're so avant-garde
(stay real, look sweet)
You're making me hard
Our state
(but you're looking like a stiff to me, yeah)
(stay real, look sweet)
(but you're looking like a stiff to me, yeah)
(stay real, look sweet)
(but you're looking like a stiff to me, yeah)
Writer(s): Ola Salo, Mikael Bjoern-ingel Jepsson, Martin Karl Axen Persson, Lars Henrik Ljungberg, Sylvester David Olof Schlegel
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