Matthew Modine
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We thought you looked super cute
In your lover jogging suit
You were trying to make your way
So you could be the best in state
But you know, were just crazy for you
Youre the only thing we want to do
Butwe know youve got a wife
And were sure shes really nice
And we know youve got some kids
And we could be your kids
But are you into polygamy?
Cause we are like
Totally free
We could move to New York state
And we could go on lots of dates
And you could bring along Phoebe Cates
Please bring along Phoebe Cates!
Oh Matthew Modine
We want to be your blow job queens
Oh Matthew Modine
We think that you are peachy keen
Oh Matthew Modine
Its hard
trying to get through medical school
But you did (why? why?) because you fucking rule!
Yes it is, a girl at the motor inn
Come on, come on, come on, come on
And live with us in sin
Well youre a double veteran
And youve been on Letterman
At the Academy Awards
You have rudely been ignored
Well your middle names Avery
And you an Aries
And you just turned forty three
Save some birthday cake for me (me! me! me! me!)
Youre ass is like no other
It gets us hot and bothered
Youre movies make us scream and cry
We wish you were a single guy
Oh Matthew Modine
Oh Matthew Modine
You give us creamy jeans
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Readable chord sheet for Matthew Modine by Pony Up!
We [C]thought you looked s[D]uper c[G]ute In [C]your lo[D]ver jogging s[C]uit You[C] were trying to ma[D]ke your w[G]ay So [C]you could [D]be the best in st[C]ate But you [C]know, were just cr[D]azy for [G]you Youre the o[C]nly th[D]ing we want to [C]do Butwe k[F]now youve got a [C]wife And were s[F]ure shes really n[C]ice And we k[F]now youve got some ki[C]ds And w[F]e could be your k[C]ids But are you in[F]to pol[G]ygamy? Cause w[F]e are like T[G]otally free We could m[F]ove to New York s[C]tate And we could g[F]o on lots of da[C]tes And you could b[F]ring along Phoebe Ca[C]tes Please br[F]ing along Phoebe C[C]ates! Oh Mat[F]thew Mo[G]dine We w[F]ant to be your bl[G]ow job queens Oh Ma[F]tthew Mod[C]ine We think that you are peachy keen Oh Matthew Modine [the same scheme from the beggining] Its hard trying to get through medical school But you did (why? why?) because you fucking rule! Yes it is, a girl at the motor inn Come on, come on, come on, come on And live with us in sin Well youre a double veteran And youve been on Letterman At the Academy Awards You have rudely been ignored Well your middle names Avery And you an Aries And you just turned forty three Save some birthday cake for me (me! me! me! me!) Youre ass is like no other It gets us hot and bothered Youre movies make us scream and cry We wish you were a single guy Oh Matthew Modine Oh Ma[F]tthew Mo[C]dine Yo[F]u give us c[G]reamy je[C]ans