The Beard Song
In the middle of nowwhere, in a small town bar,
I first saw this man, playing acoustic guitar.
He had dark brown hair, eyes blue as the sky,
but there was something else, that made me feel high.
No, oh no, I didn't know what to do,
no, oh no, my eyes were stuck on him like glue.
But now I know what happened, that night the truth appeared.
There's nothing like a man with a good-looking beard,
there's nothing like a man with a good-looking beard.
Then, after the show, I approached him to talk,
but the music was too loud, so we went out for a walk.
I said to him; Hey Mister, Im sorry if I stare,
theres just something special about that facial hair.
No, oh no, I don't know what to do,
no, oh no, I've never seen anyone like you.
So I turned my head, then I kissed him. It was just as I feared.
There's nothing like a man with a good-looking beard,
no, there's nothing like a man with a good-looking beard.
Never met a man, with such a grace,
and I couldn't get enough, of touching his face.
And I guess that we were talking, can't recall what was said,
but somehow this walk ended up in my bed.
Yes, oh yes, he knew just what to do,
yes, oh yes, a feeling that was completely new.
So now I know what I'm looking for, my sight has cleared.
There's nothing like a man with a good-looking beard,
there's nothing like a man with a good-looking beard,
no, there's nothing like a man... Oh no, no, no, there's
nothing like a man with a good-looking beard.

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