't clear Call the man He's needed here Call the man He's needed here He's needed here He's needed here Call the man He's needed here Right here right
is bowed in sorrow I can't keep the tears from my eyes My son calls another man daddy The right to his love I've been denied My son calls another man
You think that I'm made of money You've got something coming, honey This ain't no land of milk and honey My accountant thinks that's funny Instead of
I'm scratching a picture on the wall Of a man called Nothing At All Why are they keeping me here? Please, let me go Please, let me go I'm hearing voices
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. Into the hands of a working man life was easy for me to understand now looking back I see who I am right there in the hands of a working man I can
want a man who understands Everything that a woman needs Oooh oooh oooh oooh baby That man is me Oooh oooh oooh oooh baby That man is me You want a man
I'm no leader, I'm just a mess It's not the way it's supposed to be It's just the way that it is I'm afraid we are all victims here And that the one who
here Well I can't believe the way you love me CHORUS Well I wake up every mornin' Glad another day is dawnin' And I start my day with a kiss and a cup of coffee Man
Why he's here I will never know He makes you know you feel like somewhere to go Mr. Sun, won't you shine? Mr. Sun, just you shine Walking with a man called
only in stealing a senator's suitcase Let them out and dance for the ant-god Like scary magnets To pounce upon command Upon the man, the man called
man's joy makes another man weep Nothing you can do is ever gonna change it One man's saint is another man's fool One man's hot is another man's cool
is bowed in sorrow I can't keep the tears from my eyes My son calls another man daddy the right to his love I've been denied My son calls another man
you down to size. I`ll make that man, Turn in his badge in the morning, I slip around, But I`m too quick to catch in the morning, I`ll make that man
that's why they call it the blues (Laughing like children, living like lovers) And I guess that's why they call it the blues And I guess that's why they call
't point your finger, especially not at me 'Cause I'm not tryin' to be somebody, just do what I can But you just keep on laughin', call yourself a man
a man Walk like a man, baby You can call me your man I'm gonna walk like a man And talk like a man Walk like a man, baby You can call me your man I