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Corey Hart - Icon lyrics
VERSE SPOKEN) Sometimes he kisses girls, And he make them cry, Ha! Ha! Flew in from San Remo to L.A.X. Three private rows just to lay My precious head down So many autographs I can' t keep pace God bless those photocopied glossies in my suitcase Young girls are always calling me a classic gigolo It's not my fault that all these women Want to chase me so Don't you want to know me too? I love to be an icon Super strong, obnoxious little moron Yea, yea, yea, hey, hey Icon, sing-a-long, we can never do no wrong Yea, yea, yea, hey, hey look at me I'm smilin' I got so much money this is really quite obscene Royalty statements come when I don't even know the Queen Some say my talent is a scandalous sin Well I bought a new house just to fit my ego in I look in the mirror a thousand times before I go to sleep When I close my eyes, I see my face Instead of counting sheep Don't you want to see me too? I love to be an icon Super strong, obnoxious little moron, yea, yea, yea, hey Icon, sing-a-long, we can never do no wrong, yea, yea, hey, hey Icon, Babylon, super hero, King Kong, yea, yea I love to be an icon Jimmy bond, dancin' in this marathon, yea, yea And now they serve me caviar O what the hell is a sturgeon anyway? Now I'm drivin' a big car I dug a moat just to keep the people away Look at me I'm smilin'...ha! Ha! Ha! I love to be an icon... Icon super strong, obnoxious little moron, yea, yea, yea Icon, sing-a-long, we can never do no wrong, yea, yea, yea You know, you know I love to be an icon, Babylon, super hero, King Kong, yea, yea Oh icon Jimmy bond, livin' in this marathon, yea, yea Oh yea (Icon) I'm a tall nasty cobra... Oh yea mister icon (Icon, o-o) (You dug a moat to just keep the people away, icon) Now they serve me caviar What the hell is a sturgeon anyway? Now I'm drivin' a big, big car (You dug a moat just to keep the people away |
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