Clean Cut by The Theory of Funkativity Verse: You got the town in the palm of your hands, you could Have your way with every man Walking down the street in your new dress, damn If I could be with you Looks can kill, have you seen her hair When the wind blows all the boys will stare Look at me girl I'm in despair If I could be with you Hey what's this you left your old boy Holding hands, "I'm not your toy," back On the prowl, fair game, look out She wants someone who Brown hair blue eyes, 6' 2," walks Up to her, says "how do you do," I'd Fight any man to have one Dance with you Chorus: Clean cut he's the perfect boyfriend Take him home to mom So what do you really love him As you show him off Clean cut like your daddy's school friends Sit down smoke cigars So what was there really something Besides a family car Verse: Oh my word what a thing to hear He groans she moans as he bites her ear You're in love got nothing to fear All you wanna do is Next song the lights are low You wanna dance fast but the beat moves slow "Hey baby, why don't we go?" "Take a ride on my" Doing 120 on the highway five The two ask questions as they drive How do you think a species survives? A process called Chorus: Clean cut he's the perfect boyfriend Take him home to mom So what do you really love him As you show him off Clean cut like your daddy's school friends Sit down smoke cigars So what was there really something Besides a family car Verse: Look at those two they're quite a pair, I never seen a couple so fine, so fair, but They're both young so please beware, Behind close doors they We all know what true love brings, Cue wedding bells and them diamond rings, Ready for the next girl that I see I'll Chorus: Clean cut he's the perfect boyfriend Take him home to mom So what do you really love him As you show him off Clean cut like your daddy's school friends Sit down smoke cigars So what was there really something Besides a family car