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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 Chorus: 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 Chorus: 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 Chorus: 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.
