Marlon Brando

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 won't 'Cause I heard him say something And I can't seem to forget it And I want him to regret it So, I'll tell you something, sister I'm feeling mighty fine You tell that little faggot "Call me faggot one more time" Where I'm from, little darling A king, it ain't 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 that's okay I'm 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 ain't fine I feel like Marlon Brando circa 1999 I'm 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 I'm the one to blame But that bloke should have kept quiet, baby Why'd 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 ain't right To be calling men faggots and to be starting fights But I can't stop I'm a dam overflowing, I'm a river run wild And I guess it's 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