Taylor Swift – The Man

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I would be complex, I would be cool
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They’d say I played the field before I found someone to commit to
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And that would be ok, for me to do
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Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you
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   I’d be a fearless leader, I’d be an alpha type,  when everyone believes ya

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What’s that like? I’m so sick of running as fast as I can
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   Wondering if I’d get there quicker, if I was a man
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And I’m so sick of them coming at me again, ’cause if I was a man, then I’d be the man
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I’d be the man,   I’d be the man

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They’d say I hustled, put in the work
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They wouldn’t shake their heads and question how much of this I deserve
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What I was wearing, if I was rude
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Could all be separated from my good ideas and power moves
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   And they would toast to me, oh, let the players play,  I’d be just like Leo, in Saint-Tropez

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 I’m so sick of running as fast as I can,  wondering if I’d get there quicker, if I was a man
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And I’m so sick of them coming at me again, ’cause if I was a man, then I’d be the man
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I’d be the man,   I’d be the man,   what’s it like to brag about

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 Raking in dollars, and getting bitches and models
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And it’s all good if you’re bad, and it’s okay if you’re mad
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If I was out flashing my dollars, I’d be a bitch, not a baller
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They paint me out to be bad, so it’s okay that I’m mad

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 I’m so sick of running as fast I can,  wondering if I’d get there quicker, if I was a man
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And I’m so sick of them coming at me again, ’cause if I was a man, then I’d be the man
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 I’m so sick of running as fast as I can,  wondering if I’d get there quicker, if I was a man
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And I’m so sick of them coming at me again, ’cause if I was a man, then I’d be the man

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I’d be the man,   I’d be the man
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I’d be the man,   I’d be the man

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     If I was a man,  I’d be the man