Is it the pain of the drinkingOr the Sunday sinking feeling?The car never seems to workWhen it's late your girlfriend's on a dateAnd the hero with her in your dreamIn your sleep seemed like youTurn around and ask yourselfTurn around and ask yourselfManchild, will you ever win?Manchild, look at the state you're inCould you go undercoverAnd sell your brand new lover? (Could you?)Be someone else for a night?Maybe someone else will love youYou'd sell your soul for a tacky songLike the one you hear on the radioTurn around and ask yourselfTurn around and ask yourselfManchild, will you ever win?Manchild, look at the state you're inManchild, he will make you cryManchild, manchild, manchildFrom Monday down to FridayYou're working on another man's carOr is it in the factory?It doesn't matter where you areJust turn around and ask yourself, is this communication?Accentuate the positive and give some illustrationSee, manchild, you're no one, I'll turn the microphone onControl communication when I'm kicking it and so onTo the point where I need the air that I breatheInto an audience that's waiting and ecstatic to receiveFor the meantime another mean rhyme, I keep on saying itI know what the time is and the crowd will keep on playing itThrough the speaker boxes. Loud's my diagnosis'Cause I believe in miracles and words in steady dosesEnough R-E-S-P-E and C-TRespect yourself, express, no stress, the mike is easyJust believe that all you need is the air that you breathe(And ask yourself)Manchild, will you ever win?Manchild, look at the state you're inManchild, he will make you cryManchild, manchild, manchildHe's the apple of your eyeOnce bitten, twice shyWhy don't you bite me againJust take it in right and go tell your friendAre you ready for the words? I'll turn the microphone onA figure of speech to reach you at the back and so onThe style I'm stimulating dance floorsRaise your body temperature now and this demands forPower in the ampYou know loud's my diagnosis'Cause I believe in miracles, words in heavy doses
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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 seemed like you
Turn around and ask yourself
Turn around and 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 one you hear on the radio
Turn around and 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 and give some illustration
See, manchild, you're no one, I'll 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
Into an audience that's waiting and ecstatic to receive
For the meantime another mean rhyme, I keep on saying it
I know what the time is and the crowd will 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
(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
He's the apple of your eye
Once bitten, twice shy
Why don't you bite me again
Just take it in right 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
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, words in heavy doses
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