Lyrics Mr. Smooth Man - Alan Parker, Madeline Bell

Mr. Smooth Man

You like your livin' free
You play at being cool
You don’t agree with any man
You’re stubborn as a mule
And a not a soul can tame you
Though you say a few have tried
And many girls have shown you love
And you push them all aside
No-one really knows you
They call you Smith by name
And no-one really understands
That money is your game
Is anyone truly sure
'Bout where you’ve come here from?
You keep 'em guessing
No, they never see you work
Where do you get your money from?
You wear the latest fashions
Before they’re shown in magazines
You’re always looking good
And you’re always looking clean
You’re hanging with the big boys
Who spend a lot of cash
You never have enough bread
To keep it hidden with your stash
Do you care for someone?
Have you ever been in love?
It’s hard to tell what’s on your mind
Or who you’re thinking of
Is anyone truly sure
How you came to be still here?
You keep 'em guessing
Who you are and where you are
And what you’re really doing here
You keep 'em guessing
Cause they never see you work
«What does he really like from here?»
You drive a flashy car
And you’re known all over town
You seem to be getting up
When everybody’s getting down
Everyone seems to like you
Still they call you Smith by name
No-one gets too close
But we like you just the same
Do you care for someone?
Have you ever been in love?
It’s hard to tell what’s on your mind
Or who you’re thinking of
Is anyone truly sure
How you came to be still here?
You keep 'em guessing
Who you are and where you are
And what you’re really doing here
You keep 'em guessing
Cause they never see you work
What does he really want from here?