Got something to tell you
I'm not as sexy as I first appear
Oh, mademoiselle, you've been deceived
My level of magnetism's insincere
I hate to cause a total confusion
But baby, my sexiness is an illusion
Something to tell you
I'm not as sexy as I first appear
I'm sexier
I'm sexier
Marginally sexier
I'm sexier
Depending on your criteria
The big boys are just haters
Of my imperceivable sexpertise
They might look better on paper
But I guess that just means I must be saving trees
I know they're good at macho hobbies like punching and hunting and judo and DJ and juggling
But all of those guys are just fakers
Because I can juggle with a greater ease
Which makes me sexier
I'm sexier
Two percent sexier
I'm sexier
Do I have to prove it to you?
(Now we gotta break it down)
Other boys are fake and plastic
But baby I'm the real deal
I can make you feel real ah!
Decorticate this banana and you'll reveal that it's got sex appeal
It's got sex appeal (uh, uh)
Other boys are fake and plastic
But baby I'm the real deal
I can make you feel real ah!
Decorticate this banana and you'll reveal that it's got sex appeal
It's got sex appeal
