The Scene Is Dead; Long Live the Scene

I'm not playing this game no more
 I'm out of medicine
 So call the medics
 You're all as dumb as you were before
 Don't ask me questions
 I won't explain it
 It should be fun, but it's getting old
 I'll take my medicine
 And be your favorite man
 You think you understand
 But you don't
 You've got no idea at all (at all)
 And in between this sentence
 There's still a semblance
 Intelligently screwed
 Oh yeah, it's all right
 'Cause I got a pretty face
 I guess that I can sing alright
 Oh yeah, it's all right
 I can love you like a sailor
 I can make you dance all night
 Maybe you'll understand when I'm gone
 That you had no idea at all (at all)
 But in this very second
 I'll never mention
 The dreams I keep from you
 Oh yeah, it's all right
 'Cause I got a pretty face
 I guess that I can sing alright
 Oh yeah, it's all right
 I can love you like a sailor
 I can make you dance all night
 Oh yeah, it's all right
 'Cause I got a pretty face
 I guess that I can sing alright
 I can be your favorite man
 
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 Don't mean to sound like a rotten boy
 For all my blessings, I'm surely grateful
 'Cause I'm the dream you've been waiting for
 I always dreamt that I would be your favorite
 Oh yeah, it's alright
 'Cause I got a pretty face
 I guess that I can sing alright
 Oh yeah, it's all right
 I can love you like a sailor
 I can make you dance all night
 Oh yeah, it's all right
 I got a pretty face
 I guess that I can sing all right
 I can be your favorite man