So I got a chance to meet a whole bunch of those old real, real rough but gentle men. They lived hard, but they lived good - in one sense, you know. But you had a lot of fun. Didn't make much money, but you had a lot of fun.
quote by Little Milton
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Home Now
I'm hanging out with me
And you're a vacant chair
A chosen compromise
This space we rarely share
And if you lived here you'd be home now
So what you givin' up for me?
And what shall I give up for you?
Aimless expectations passing by
If you lived here you'd be home now
If you lived here you'd be home now
And to make it real
I need to have you here
I need to have you
I need to hold you
Barren wasted heart
Neglect of normalcy
And if you lived here you'd be home now
Oh if you lived here you'd be home now
And to make it real
I need to have you here
I need to have you
It can't be sincere
Unless you spend time here
I need to see you...
Supervision is what I need
Some consistence
song performed by by No Doubt from Return Of Saturn
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Real Good Man
Girl youve never known no one like me
Up there in your high society
They might tell you Im no good
Girl they need to understand
Just who I am
I may be a real bad boy
But baby Im a real good man
I may drink too much and play too loud
Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd
That dont mean I dont respect
My mama or my uncle sam
Yes sir, yes maam
I may be a real bad boy
But baby Im a real good man
I might have a reckless streak
At least a country-mile wild
If youre gonna run with me
Its gonna be a wild ride
When it comes to loving you
Ive got velvet hands
Ill show you how a real bad boy
Can be a real good man
I take all the good times I can get
Im too young for growing up just yet
Aint much I can promise you
cept to do the best I can
Ill be damned
I may be a real bad boy
But baby Im a real good man
I may be a real bad boy
Oh but baby Im a real good man
Yes I am
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Even Better Than The Real Thing
Give me one more chance
And you'll be satisfied
Give me two more chances
You won't be denied
Well my heart is where it's always been
My head is something in between
Give me one more chance
Let me be your lover tonight
(Check it out)
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Give me one last chance
And I'm gonna make you sing
Give me half a chance
To ride on the waves that you bring
You're honey child to a swarn of bees
Gonna blow right through you like a breeze
Give me one last chance
We'll slide down the surface of things
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
We're free ti fly the crimson sky
The sun won't melt our wings tonight
Oh now
Here she comes
Take me higher
Take me higher
Can you take me higher?
Will you take me higher?
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
song performed by by U2
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Real Men...
real men...
dont threaten.
real men dont lie.
real men dont take
at the expense of others.
real men dont quit.
real men dont make excuses.
real men dont follow blindly.
real men dont abuse women.
real men are good fathers.
real men live by respect.
real men dont seek violence,
but dont back down.
real men get involved.
real men face their fears,
and their failures.
real men own their mistakes.
real men dont judge.
real men pray with the same hands
they wipe their buts with,
and know it!
real men forgive.
real men love at all costs.
real men stand for what they believe...
what the world needs now
is real men... (and women) !
poem by Eric Cockrell
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True Friend <3
A real friend is someone who walks in when everybody else walks out,
A real friend shares all the good times and helps you in the bad,
A real friend knows all about you but loves you anyway,
A real friend is like a star, you dont always see them, but you know they're always there,
A real friend is like a diamond, precious and rare,
A real friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself,
A real friend reaches for your hand, but touches your heart
A real friend is like a 4-leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have,
A real friend thinks you're a good egg even though you're half cracked,
A real friend is very difficult to find, hard to leave and impossible to forget
poem by Caoimhe Daly
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She Works Hard For The Money
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand
and wonders where she is and
it's strange to her
some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand
and she's waiting for the bell
and she's looking real pretty
just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Twenty five years have
come and gone
and she' seen a lot of tears
of the ones who come in
they really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She already knows
she's seen her bad times
she already knows
these are the good times
She'll never sell out
she never will
not for a dollar bill
she works hard
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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Herbie The Hermit
Herbie the hermit lived alone
because he felt he needed no one.
He lived his life meagrely
and saved his money frugally.
As the money grew in his bank account,
he began to wonder whom was he going to leave his money to.
Each day the question plagued him
and no answer came his way.
Then one day he met someone
who was much poorer than he.
He lived on the streets, as it was the only life he knew.
He would give his money to him.
However, the man did not want his money,
explaining that he had many friends
worth more than his money could buy.
They are there for me
when I’m down and blue,
picking me up again,
which is more than your money can do.
9-12 December 2010
poem by David Harris
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Working At The Factory
All my life I've been a workin' man
When I was at school they said that's all you'll ever understand
No profession. I didn't figure in their plans
So they sent me down factory to be a workin' man
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Now I'm here seemingly free, but working at the factory.
The music came along and gave new life to me
And gave me hope back in 1983
The music came and set me free
From working at the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
It was just another factory
I made the music , thought that was mine
It made me free , but that was in another time
But then the corporations and the big combines
Turned musicians into factory workers on assembly lines.
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
We made the music to set ourselves free
From working at the factory.
All my life I've put in a working day
Now it's sign the contract. Get production on the way
Take the money, make the music pay
Working at the factory
All I lived for was to get out of the factory.
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
Was just another factory
Working at the factory.
song performed by by Kinks
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I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends' floors, was happy, was miserable.
Making It Real
I was once told to make it real
Well here's the deal
It is I feel
No deviation off this rugged course
With remorse its sad to see someone try to explain it to me
What I already see
You got talent and wisdom
But you just don't how to use it
You abuse it.
I was once told to make it real
Well here's the deal
I try to better myself every day
With a sense of moral guidance
And absolute faith
In the dark world I embrace
So let me make my stance
My standing pose
For it is mine as you have yours
I was once told to make it real.
Well here's the deal.
I'm not here to please or get on my knees
I tell you what I want when I want
Like it or not
Its my power to overcome
Its my hour to be done
To waste with a smiling face
I was once told to make it real
Well here's the deal
Have you ever been told your trying to hard
Well I'm not
Everything goes
Everything flows
Like magic
Its something I've always known
I was told to make it real
Well here's the deal
The battle is already won
It was kinda fun
But now it on to the next
Never let limitation of a closed mined
Waste too much of your time
Accept them as the are
Which sometimes isn't very far
But don't make the measurement if they don't reach the par
Let them think there better
With another well written letter
Well I do make it real
And with this its my deal
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Questions
How to start? What to say?
I don't remember ever feeling this way.
Can it be true? Does anyone care?
Is it only make-believe or are You really there?
Is there a chance I've been missing the best?
Could it be life is more than a guess?
I'm afraid to let go, yet I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
Okay, supposing I were to come to You?
Not saying I will, just supposing I do?
Would I have to be, just another guy?
Two a penny's not for me, it just won't satisfy.
I'm just confused, by candles and prayers.
I just need to know, if You are there.
Show me the way, for I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
I'm just confused, by candles and prayers.
I just need to know, if You are there.
Show me the way, for I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Last Man Standing
Come see a living, breathing spectacle only seen right here
It's your last chance in this lifetime, the line forms to the rear
You won't believe your eyes
Your eyes will not believe your ears
Get your money out, get ready
Step right up, yeah you, come here
You ain't seen nothing like him, the last one of his breed
You better hold on to your money, honey
Honeys, don't forget to breathe
Enter at your own risk, mister
It might change the way you think
There's no dancers, there's no diamonds
No, this boy don't lip synch
Chorus:
Here's the last man standing
Step right up, here's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
Come and see, hear, feel the real thing
See those real live calloused fingers wrapped around those guitar strings
Kiss the kips where hurt has lingered
It breaks your heart to hear him sing
The songs were more than music, they were pictures from his soul
So keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk
And your digital downloads
Chorus:
Here's the last man standing
Step right up, here's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
Come and see, hear, feel the real thing
Take your seats, now folks - it's showtime
Hey, Patrick, hit the lights
There's something in the air, there's magic in the night
Now here's the band, the really play
I'll count the first one in
I don't know where it's going
We all know where it's been
Chorus:
The last man standing
Step right up, here's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
To come and see, hear, feel
The last man standing
Step right up, here's the real thing
The last chance of a lifetime
Come and see, hear, feel the real thing, the real thing, the real thing
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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There You were
There you were
You’re always laughing at me
Is that how life’s supposed to be?
Each night I cry
Don’t tell me you don’t know why
But I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression.
You were too blind to see my real worth
But I lived again
There you were abusing me
Torturing my life inside out
I still don’t know why
Is that how life’s supposed to be?
But I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You were too blind to see my real worth
But I lived again
A day won’t go by
When I think of you
How cruel you were to me
And how I became stronger
Day by day
From the thoughts of you
Giving and not taking
From me, for me
And I rose up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You were too blind to see my real worth
And I lived again
Now you are helping me
That’s how life’s supposed to be
There you are being a friend
But is it true until the end?
And you raised me up to live once more
From the grave of my depression
You re-gained your sight and saw my worth
And you lived again
There you were
poem by Lyrael Myrna
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Real Life
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Stop me if you've heard this
It's the one about the King
Who's married to the princess
That brings good use to wear his ring
She's tired and she's lonely
Cause she's sittin there at home
He's out there with his buddies
And you know what they are doin
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Stop me if you've heard this
Yeah the one about the boy
That's wasting all his money
Buying nasty little toys
He Thinks the girlies love it
But this ain't no fairytale
They just want what's in his wallet
Don't pass go just go to jail
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
You're never gonna change a thing
So just stop flappin
You're never gonna do with what you cannot see
Mmm bop
song performed by by Atomic Kitten from Right Now
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Ya Ya Ya (feat. Lil Wayne)
(feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro:]
Ah no the fights out
somebody's about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive/ Miss Nivea
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
[Verse 1:]
ATL where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, popy doing that
Big thangs under the Cadillac
I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
Walk threw the club ni**as be like what tha
Shorty throwing money at me like he's a pitcher
Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha
We did the damn thang and you was all crazy
Now you want to pull me up like I'm your lady.
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
[Verse 2:]
Hey ladies, what's the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to run game, but I'm about to serve
Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge. Gucci and Fendi
Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the result
And if you promise to treat me right
Boy i guarantee I keep this thing locked tight
You thugged out with a lot of loot
Sweetheart I'm so proud of you
But I'm not going you break the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
[Vamp:]
Hey can you feel the brand new day
All my superstars came out to play
To see the thug child from around the way
This type of thig happens like everyday.
[Rap (Lil Wayne):]
I keep it real and intensive
Me no speak Ya,Ya cause my grill is expensive
Don't mean to be offensive
I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs
With dis-functioned tonges
All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm
But me I just want your love
Me I'm bucch of thug/ Big heart but I punctured some
But I'm trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs
For real, I ain't just talking whatever mommy,
We could get together and make a bunch of us
And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss
Over young wiz but I'm getting at Niv holla
Don't brother me with your yada
I'm good with little mama and she good with big papa
I'm hood and she real proper
ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don Dada
Anything Else is Ya,Ya,Ya
[Chorus:]
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
Front with me like you's a real baller
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like Yeah...Ya,Ya,Ya.
song performed by by Nivea
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Real Good Looking Boy
When I think back to the
first time in my childhood
When I saw that face
I thought right then,
'That's a real good looking boy.'
I saw myself in the mirror
in profile
for the first time
I thought,
'Hey! That's a real good looking boy'
And I felt then
that I moved
With all those lucky bucks and angels
High in the theatre
In the sky
So I went to my mother
I said,
'Hey mom - take look at me'
Have you ever seen a teen
Fly so high?
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
She said,
'Son, well, you know,
you're ugly boy.
You don't really look like him.
In this long line
There's been some
real strange genes
You've got 'em all
You've got 'em all
With some extras thrown in
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
Wise men say
Only fools, only fools rush in
But I - I give in
Falling in love, in love with you
Now I'm here with you little darling
And you say, 'You're beautiful as you are'
And I've managed somehow to survive
You arrived in my life like a fragrance
And helped me find a way to laugh
And I know now so-called beauty lies
God gave him a face
Then he gave me something above
God gave me grace
Then he gave me your sweet, sweet, sweet love
You make me feel like a real good looking boy
I feel like a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
song performed by by Who
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A Life Is Lived The Way It Is Lived
A LIFE IS LIVED THE WAY IT IS LIVED
A life is lived the way it is lived
I did what I did
And made mistakes
Maybe most of it was a mistake
I don’t know.
I told myself always
The one thing I would never do
Is regret.
Regrets I don’t have
But the tone of regret now touches all I do
And some deep sadness says
‘I should not have failed so much.’
G-d who gave me this one life
And so much time
And so much opportunity
G-d who gave me my chance truly.
Can I blame You,
If I did not make it?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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God Is Real
The sweetest honey to the brightest flower
The largest planet to the smallest atom
Snowflakes and the bird kingdom
Smaller thatn the eye can see bigger then the mind can conceive
Heard a man on the radio today
(spoken)i mean Im not going to believe in anything that I cant see and ive
Been through a lot of hardships in my life ya know ya know in my life
Must confess I disagreed with what he had to say
How he could he not believe that God is real
I dont understand how
He could feel that way
When theres earth, air, water, and fire
So many different flowers
Sunshine and rain showers
So many different crystals
And hills and volcanoes
Chorus
Thats how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
I know this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
Thats how I know that God is real
In st. lucia I jumped in the water
(spoken)it was like I was seeing it for the first time. it literally changed
My life.
For the first time I understood its power
As I swam I was cleansed
If I had any doubts
This experience cleared them
Now I know for sure that God is real
I know that its the truth
By the way it feels
Cause I saw starfish and sponges
Fish shaped like trumpets
So many different colors
I stayed out there for hours and I only saw a fraction of a fraction of the
Deepest of the deep of the great blue wide
It brought a tear to my eye
Chorus
Thats how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
I know this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
Were made of the same stuff
As the moon and the stars
The oceans saltwater just like my tears are
You feel me
The sunrises and sets everyday without fail
Chorus
Thats how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
All of this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
I know this is not by chance
Thats how I know that God is real
song performed by by India Arie
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Ya Ya Ya
[intro:]
Ah no the fights out
Somebodys about to get their lights knocked out
A little opera for ya
Capricorn, cash money, nivea, jive/ miss nivea
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
[verse 1:]
Atl where them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy then we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, popy doing that
Big thangs under the cadillac
Im tight, thoroughbred, spread it like butter
Walk threw the club ni**as be like what tha
Shorty throwing money at me like hes a pitcher
Maybe on the weekend or something I get witcha
We did the damn thang and you was all crazy
Now you want to pull me up like Im your lady.
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
[verse 2:]
Hey ladies, whats the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to run game, but Im about to serve
Gotta have dough cause I love to splurge. gucci and fendi
Come scoop me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the result
And if you promise to treat me right
Boy I guarantee I keep this thing locked tight
You thugged out with a lot of loot
Sweetheart Im so proud of you
But Im not going you break the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to keep it.
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
[vamp:]
Hey can you feel the brand new day
All my superstars came out to play
To see the thug child from around the way
This type of thig happens like everyday.
[rap (lil wayne):]
I keep it real and intensive
Me no speak ya,ya cause my grill is expensive
Dont mean to be offensive
I know you probably run across a bunch of scrubs
With dis-functioned tonges
All in your mug, talk a whole bunch umm
But me I just want your love
Me Im bucch of thug/ big heart but I punctured some
But Im trying to patch it up with a bunch of hugs
For real, I aint just talking whatever mommy,
We could get together and make a bunch of us
And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of fuss
Over young wiz but Im getting at niv holla
Dont brother me with your yada
Im good with little mama and she good with big papa
Im hood and she real proper
Atl shorty and new orleans don dada
Anything else is ya,ya,ya
[chorus:]
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
Front with me like yous a real baller
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
With that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
Getting all salty cause Im hanging out
Girl I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya
All them loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be like yeah...ya,ya,ya.
song performed by by Nivea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Man's Land
I got a job in Atlanta in a mall playing Santa
Not because of any talent but because I was the
Only one the suit would fit
Everybody shopping, little sticky kids were hopping
On my lap with their fingers in my beard,
I guess they thought that I was really it
She sat down on my lap and said to me
"I'm twenty three and I need someone
You look like someone who could play with me
Stay with me, all day with me"
'Cause I'm in no man's land
Can't seem to find a real man
You know I'm lookin' for a steel man
She said I'm in no man's land
I'm gonna show you a real good time
I'd gladly pay you double overtime
She was beggin' to be mine, but my job was on the line
Should I say or should I go? I just didn't know
...Hmmmm
I left fifty kids standin' in line, they were whining, they were crying
And their mothers they were screaming in hysterics and I swear
I never heard such profanity
I dropped my suit on the floor,
They were trying to block the door
They were calling her a whore
They were driven to nativital insanity
We drove away in her Mercedes Benz,
Dirty blond split ends in the breeze
She said "I want to put you under my tree
You're just a little gift from me to me"
'Cause I'm in no man's land
Can't seem to find a real man
You know I'm lookin' for a steel man
She said I'm in no man's land
You know I'm ready for a real good time
I'd gladly pay you double overtime
She had money all her life
She wasn't lookin' to become my wife
She said, "I hope you understand,
I just want a nightful of man, Sonny"
She didn't notice I was thin with a delicate chin
Nor the softness of my skin, nor the scent of my other personalities
She didn't see through my disguise - didn't see it in my eyes
She was in for a surprise when she discovered my emotional plurality
She said "Come and lay down on the floor with me
It's warmer here by the fire"
She didn't know that there was more of me
She'd have to learn to love all four of me
'Cause I'm in no man's land
I'm lookin' for the real me
If only I could feel me
You know I'm in no man's land
Sometimes I gotta play me
It's really hard to stay me
Hey, I'm in no mans land
I'm looking for the real me
If only I could feel me
You know I'm in no man's land
Sometimes I gotta play me
It's really hard to stay me
Oh, I'm in no man's land
I'm looking for the real me
If only I could feel me
song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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