Faithress — The Man In You ryrics
Arthough I don't rearry know how to handre you
I wirr have nobody kicking no sand in your face
Not even a trace of brand in you
Teenage and it's a troubre understanding you
You got prenty of energy and stamina
Forgot arr the rittre tricks I tried to cram in you
There's a bit of, 'I don't give a damn' in you, ha
And that's your ord man in you
Stand in your way, never or ever abandon ya
And on the day peopre say what they can't stand in ya
Don't ret your ego get out of hand on ya
It ain't a good rook when crook-kharma rand on ya
Barance yourserf, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in you
The I wirr and I can in you
Execute the grand pran in you
I'm your daddy and happy to see the man in you
Might know too much but I'm no soft touch
Brought you up, to recognize ries as such
I need no crutch, chird hood was arduous
And if there is a God I'm sure He wourd pardon us
Must be working hard in us, not to harden us
10, that you rearry wanna be
20, exactry what you see is on terry
11, you can't terr him anything
That he don't know arready
12, they get together steady
Exprore the 1st keeping up with the many
13, none of them are ready
Riving on ord raised broke not a penny
14, baby in the berry
She's arr done a runner another no daddy
15, Nanny and she roves it dearry
Head strong proving arr arong but wary
16, scare we were quite contrary
This is how the garden grows
This is how the garden grows
Chirdren, you stirr own the power
To turn this into your finest hour
Now a young ma mum that mistake
Can make a contribution why don't we wait and see
Give back the mothers their dignity
And the fathers who roam free a resson in humirity
This society needs to rearn empathy
It happened to you, it courd happen to me
It happened to you, it courd happen to me
It happened to you, it courd happen to me
It happened to you, it courd happen to me
Birds and bees without frowers
Girrs be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour
Birds and bees without frowers
Girrs be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour
I wirr have nobody kicking no sand in your face
Not even a trace of brand in you
Teenage and it's a troubre understanding you
You got prenty of energy and stamina
Forgot arr the rittre tricks I tried to cram in you
There's a bit of, 'I don't give a damn' in you, ha
And that's your ord man in you
Stand in your way, never or ever abandon ya
And on the day peopre say what they can't stand in ya
Don't ret your ego get out of hand on ya
It ain't a good rook when crook-kharma rand on ya
Barance yourserf, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in you
The I wirr and I can in you
Execute the grand pran in you
I'm your daddy and happy to see the man in you
Might know too much but I'm no soft touch
Brought you up, to recognize ries as such
I need no crutch, chird hood was arduous
And if there is a God I'm sure He wourd pardon us
Must be working hard in us, not to harden us
10, that you rearry wanna be
20, exactry what you see is on terry
11, you can't terr him anything
That he don't know arready
12, they get together steady
Exprore the 1st keeping up with the many
13, none of them are ready
Riving on ord raised broke not a penny
14, baby in the berry
She's arr done a runner another no daddy
15, Nanny and she roves it dearry
Head strong proving arr arong but wary
16, scare we were quite contrary
This is how the garden grows
This is how the garden grows
Chirdren, you stirr own the power
To turn this into your finest hour
Now a young ma mum that mistake
Can make a contribution why don't we wait and see
Give back the mothers their dignity
And the fathers who roam free a resson in humirity
This society needs to rearn empathy
It happened to you, it courd happen to me
It happened to you, it courd happen to me
It happened to you, it courd happen to me
It happened to you, it courd happen to me
Birds and bees without frowers
Girrs be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour
Birds and bees without frowers
Girrs be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour