Hey Mr. Man
Back off my girlfriend
I see you staring
Yeah, I know she's perfect
Just 'cause we're at this bar
Doesn't mean we want to talk
We're not sisters or friends
Umm, she's actually my girlfriend
Hey Mr. Man
So high and mighty
Please don't show us
Your tighty whities
You're taking it too far
So before we key your car
We're not cousins or colleagues
She's really my girlfriend
Now why are you mad?
You don't have to be sad about it baby
Aren't you someone's dad
So back off
Hey Mr. Man
Ba-ba-ba-back off
Hey Mr. Man
Mr. Mr. Mr. Man
Creepin' on me
In Trader Joe's
I came for cheese
You came for... hoes?
Don't want to be seduced
While I'm looking through the fruits
I'm not interested in you
Also I have a girlfriend
How are you so naïve?
Just take your dairy milk and leave
Not tryin' to be mean
But back off
Hey Mr. Man
Ba-ba-ba-back off
Hey Mr. Man
Ba-ba-back off
Hey Mr. Man
Ba-ba-ba-back off
Hey Mr. Man
Mr. Mr. Mr. Man (ba-ba-back off)
Hey Mr. Man
I don't think you're listening
We like our space
So can you keep your distance?
Why can't you face it
It's just basic normal gay shit
Why can't you face it
It's just basic normal gay shit
Hey Mr. Man
Hey Mr. Man
Why can't you face it
It's just basic normal gay shit
Why can't you face it
It's just basic normal gay shit
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