Manchild (Smith N Mighty Remix)
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Turn around, ask yourself
Turn around
Okay, you're on your own, it's late
Your girlfriend is on another date
With the hero of your dream
Turn around, ask yourself
So you think you're gonna win this time, man-child?
Turn around, ask yourself
Turn around
Turn around, ask yourself
Turn around
Is it the pain of the drinking
Or the sudden sinking feeling?
The car never seems to work
When it's late, your girlfriend's on a date
And the hero with her in your dream
In your sleep, seem like you
Turn around, ask yourself
Turn around, ask yourself
Man-child, will you ever win?
Man-child, look at the state you're in
Could you go undercover
And sell your brand new lover?
Could you be someone else for a night?
Maybe someone else will love you
You'd sell your soul for a tacky song
Like the ones you hear on the radio
Turn around, ask yourself
Turn around and ask yourself
Man-child, will you ever win?
Man-child, look at the state you're in
Man-child, he will make you cry
Man-child, man-child, man-child
From Monday down to Friday
You're working on another man's car
Or is it in the factory?
It doesn't matter where you are
Just turn around and ask yourself if it's communication
Accentuate the positive to give some illustration
Hey man-child, you know when I turn the microphone on
Control communication when I'm kicking it and so on
To the point where I need the air that I breathe
And to an audience that's waiting and expecting to receive
For the meantime, another mirror
I keep on saying it, I know what the time is
And the clock will keep on playing
Through the speaker boxes, loud's my diagnosis
'Cause I believe in miracles and words in heavy doses
Enough R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Respect and self-express, no stress
And my belief is this belief
That all you need is the air that you breathe
Man-child, will you ever win?
Man-child, look at the state you're in
Man-child, he will make you cry
Man-child, man-child, man-child
He's the apple of your eye
Once bitten, twice shy, well don't you bite me again
Just take it in, write and go tell your friend
Are you ready for the words? I'll turn the microphone on
A figure of speech to reach you at the back
And so on and style, I'm stimulating dance floors
Raise your body temperature now and this demands more
Power in the amp, you know loud's my diagnosis
'Cause I believe in miracles, words in heavy doses