My little brother is an insect
He likes to crawl around his room
His mother shudders at the sight of him
His pappy is a businessman
And every move he makes is torture
He cannot say no words anymore
And little sister likes to flip him on his back
And watch little brother squirm
I really like the way you look in
Your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymore
He took a trip to California
Strung out on Hollywood and Vine
The Tinsel-Towners came from miles around
My brother felt at home
I really like the way you look in
Your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymore
Lord, my brother's done a pretty picture
Ooh, bad as these things get
Dreaming 'bout the Mona Lisa
And waking up is all you get
I really like the way you look in
Your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymore
I really like the way you look in
Your imitation leather shoes
And I don't wanna fake it anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore

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