An angel
Standing right there before my very eyes
A vision on the arm of another man
But baby this should come as no surprise
And I wanna let him know what a pussy he is
And I wanna let her know that I bench what he is
But I wont
Cause I heard him say something
And I cant seem to forget it
And I want him to regret it
So, Ill tell you something, sister
Im feeling mighty fine
You tell that little faggot
Call me faggot one more time
Where Im from, little darling
A king, it aint a crime
When you see his face tomorrow
Gonna wish that you were mine
Darling
I want you to know that I heard what he said
And thats okay
Im pretty cooked, but my shit is far from dead
Well I saw you last week
And, you looked real nice
Outside the Super Club
I was behind fluffy dice, and I know
That we only just met, but I think this is real
And I want you to feel it
So, tell me something, baby
Tell me I aint fine
I feel like Marlon Brando circa 1999
Im on one, little darling
These pingers give me shine
You see me out here dancing
Bet you wish that you were mine
And I know
Your friends are gonna talk about me
Saying Im the one to blame
But that bloke should have kept quiet, baby
Whyd he go and speak my name?
Girl
I guess I just want you to be with me
I want you to say that my hair looks nice
And my face has a Beckham-like quality
And I know that I blew it, and I know it aint right
To be calling men faggots and to be starting fights
But I cant stop
Im a dam overflowing, Im a river run wild
And I guess its about that time
I feel like Marlon Brando
Feel like Marlon Brando
Feel like Marlon Brando
I feel it, I feel it
I feel like Marlon Brando
Feel like Marlon Brando
Feel like Marlon Brando
I feel it, I feel it
I feel like Marlon Brando
Feel like Marlon Brando
Feel like Marlon Brando
I feel it, I feel it
I feel like Marlon Brando
Feel like Marlon Brando
Feel like Marlon Brando
I feel it, I feel it