You can have anything you want
You can have anything you feel
There's not a spot beneath the sun
I'm calling you up upon the phone,
I'm calling you up upon the face
It's no mistake that no one's home,
I can be reached by heart attack
It's for real, it's for real,
The world's like a giant plastic ball
With the price tag hanging down
I'm going to this plastic ball
I'm going to lay my money down
It's for real, it's for real
Girl I stare from the outside
And I see through the door
I can't really tell you what they're for
You can have anything you want
You can have all the things you feel
There's not a spot beneath the sun
It's for real, it's for real, it's for real,
La -la -la -la, la -la -la -la
La -la -la -la, la -la -la -la
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