Most of the time you do one thing and think another. Shady one-take recording. Everyone has a song called 'I'm Your Man' these days. Here are the lyrics:
Can’t help looking back,
And seeing a boy from the wrong side of the tracks
Just three short steps behind,
Reaching out his hand for mine
Ah, weary as I am
I think I’ve got a plan,
I’m your man
So I save, and dress up nice,
To catch the eye, and smile of my
Elastic-limbed young girl
Whose father wears a golden crown
Ah, pauper that I am
With rough and calloused hands,
I’m your man
Every few weeks
I see her body make a promise that her heart can’t keep
And I know for sure
She’ll leave by the back door
With her hand in someone’s claw
It’s a temporary flaw
To remind her of love
On the chair at the pub, I might dream of a ring on a hand
Well I’m your man
I’ve been home with nightclub girls
Who wake up with their hair uncurled
The worst time to be lonely
When you hold some extra closely
You’re up in your tower
I leave without a shower
I’m your man
But I won’t mope and whine
I’ll show them all, for good this time
With nothing but my wits,
My hands, my knees, my eyes, my lips,
I’ll build my house on sand
And sell it for three hundred grand yeah
I’m your man
Every few weeks
I see my body make a promise that my heart can’t keep
And I know for sure
I’ll leave by the back door
With some hand wrapped in my claw
It’s a temporary flaw
To remind me of love
When they close up the pub, I kiss any girl who can stand
Yeah, every few weeks
I make a promise with my body but it’s only cheap
And I will make sure,
We’ll leave by the back door
Hand in hand, ah, claw to claw,
Isn’t that what claws are for?
To remind us of love,
At the back of the pub, I might leave fingerprints on your hand
Well I’m your man
I’m your man
