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Lirieke: Extreme. Waiting For The Punchline. Naked.

So you want me to take it off
But just to see what's underneath my cloth
I'll show you, I'm every inch a man
Measure all that you think you can

Because I'm more than what meets the eye
Flesh and blood is often a white lie
By the cover, you misjudge the book
I said, "Open your mind and take another
Well, be a man and take another look"

Naked, and I'm unashamed
Naked, with no one to blame
Ya, you want the truth?
Naked, here's my birthday suit

Naked, ya, I'm naked
Ya, I'm naked, naked
Ya, I'm naked, naked, I'm naked

Well, I pretend to be not anyone
Except me and my imperfection
Well, there is nothing I expect of you
Nor you wouldn't expect of me
Yeah, you wouldn't expect of me too

Naked, and I'm unashamed
Naked, with no one to blame
Ya, you want the truth?
Naked, in my birthday suit

Naked, ya, I'm naked
Ya, I'm naked, I'm naked
Ya, I'm naked, naked

Will you excuse me for my ignorance?
'Cause I can see only one difference
Well, those of you who seek to find
While all the others choose to walk and talk
Blind

Naked, ya, I'm naked
Ya, I'm naked, naked
Ya, I'm naked, naked

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