(I say, there's nothing wrong with liking a flashy man)
Flashy man!
(Flashy...flashy...flashy)
Flashy man!
(Flashy...flashy...flashy)
Leaving all his troubles in a trashcan,
(Flash...flash…)
Running all his money through Tajikistan,
(Flashy...flashy...flashy)
(Flashy...flashy...flashy)
He won't apologize,
Cause he is not sorry,
You're the station wagon
To his Ferrari,
Ain't nothing wrong with a flashy man, (flashy…flashy…flashy)
Son of Sam, (flashy…flashy…flashy)
Flashy man! (flashy…flashy…flashy)
Every night he has another number one fan, (flash…flash…flash)
He won't apologize,
Cause he is not sorry,
He's the X-Box,
To your Atari
Look out! Here comes the flash!
Oh yeah!
Flash!
(He's in a predator mode)
Flashy man!
(Flashy...flashy...flashy)
Flashy man!
(Flashy...flashy...flashy)
Locking his emotions in a tin can,
He's hitting all your walls and working your middle,
Stay played up, or he’ll play you like a fiddle,
Look out! Here comes a flash!
(Flashy...flashy...flashy)
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