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He's too young to die too old to cry if he talks of love people might laugh he's too lough for love too butch to cry he's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud One and only friend his motorbike speedin' on the road wind in his eyes beatin' up the old too shy to fight he's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud He's too proud to jerk too pretty to work standin' in a street trousers too tight he's sellin' himself to make a few bucks he's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud Sure, he lies, he cheats whenever we meet he has no finesse just a pretty face he's so good I can't send him away he's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud A stud, a stud a 50 dollar-leather-trousered-stud!
