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Neneh Cherry – Manchild – 1989

    Paroles

    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 to like you
    Turn around and 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 sell your soul for a tacky song
    Like the one 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 and give some illustration
    See Manchild, you’re no one, you 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 the crowd will keep playing it
    Through the speaker boxes loud’s my diagnosis
    ‘Cause I believe in miracles and words in heavy 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 louds my diagnosis
    ‘Cause I believe in miracles and words in heavy doses.

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