I'm a beautiful guy 
And you have just walked by 
And I have gave you the eye 
But you pretend to be shy 
But I'm a beautiful guy 
(You know what I mean? You know what I mean?) 
So I want you to know why, why, why 
You make me cry, cry, cry 
'Cause you wanna try, try, try 
Some stupid game on me 
They're drinking lighter 
They're full of water 
I hear them say: 
"Let's jog..." 
They're playing tennis 
They're butts are tighter 
What could be whiter? 
Hey? 
Your athletic approach has a lot of appeal 
The girl is responding to your little deal 
She's modern 'n empty 'n totally vain 
But beauty, of course, can feel no pain