@migu music@

OK, you＇re on your own, it＇s late

Your girlfriend is on another date with the hero in your dream

Turn around, ask yourself.

So, you think you＇re gonna win this time Manchild?

Is it the pain of the drinking

Or the Sunday 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 it seemed like you

Turn around ask yourself

Turn around ask yourself

Manchild, will you ever win

Manchild, 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

Manchild, will you ever win

Manchild, look at the state you＇re in

Manchild, he will make you cry

Manchild, Manchild, Manchild

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 is this communication

Accentuate the positive to give some illustration

See Manchild, you＇re no one, I turn the microphone on

Control communication when I＇m kickin＇ it and so on

To the point that I need, the air that I breathe

Into an audience that＇s waiting and ecstatic to receive

For the meantime another mean rhyme, I keep on sayin＇ it

I know what the time is in the crowd we＇ll keep on playing it

Through the speaker boxes loud＇s my diagnosis

＇Cause I believe in miracles and words in steady doses.

Enough R-E-S-P-E and C-T

Respect yourself express no stress the mike is easy

Just believe that all you need is the air that you breathe.

(Turn around ask yourself)

Manchild, will you ever win

Manchild, look at the state you＇re in

Manchild, he will make you cry

Manchild, Manchild, Manchild

He＇s the apple of your eye

Once bitten twice shy, why don＇t you bite me again

Just take it in the right and go tell your friend

Are you ready for the words I turn the microphone on

A figure of speech to reach you at the back and so on

The style I＇m stimulating dance floors

Raise your body temperature now and

This demands for power in the amp you know loud＇s my diagnosis

＇Cause I believe in miracles and words in heavy doses