Sometimes I dream of a body
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Perfectly symmetrical and virile
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A strong and impregnable fortress
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To protect my soul
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Out of sheer admiration
I was invited to every party
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The entire sixth state reform
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A rosy future ahead
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But my mirror's very clear
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I'm not Kevin Janssens
Sometimes I dream about women
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As if they were an accessory
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Every semester or quarter I had another specimen
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Had slipped between my sheets
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And in the magazines our love life
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Was hotly discussed and exploited
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I was a tiger on two legs
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Every chick's fantasy
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But my mirror's a jerk
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I'm not Kevin Janssens
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No, I'm just myself
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A Flemish singer, nothing more
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Singing for the salt on his potatoes
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While he solders his path upward with dedication
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But sometimes I dream about a career
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Without that endless stress
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Around my credibility only room for success
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I got the biggest crap
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Alongside the boards of the Bourla
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Where the Shakespeare play was scheduled
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I was the king of the world
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I was an emperor with credit
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But my mirror tells the truth
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I'm not Kevin Janssens
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Or my mirror, as always, fobs me off
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Because so far, even if I'd like to
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I'm not Kevin Janssens
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Or is there anyone who, even for a fraction
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Sees Kevin Janssens in me