I'm Your Man

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