| My mum and I we live alone
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| A great apartment is our home
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| In Fairhome Towers
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| I have to keep me company
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| Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet
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| Some plants and flowers
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| I help my mother with the chores
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| I wash, she dries, I do the floors
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| We work together
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| I shop and cook and sow a bit
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| Though mum does too I must admit
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| I do it better
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| At night I work in a strange bar
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| Impersonating every star
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| I’m quite deceiving
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| The customers come in with doubt
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| And wonder what I’m all about
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| But leave believing
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| I do a very special show
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| Where I am nude from head to toe
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| After stripteasing
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| Each night the men look so surprised
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| I change my sex before their eyes
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| Tell me if you can
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| What makes a man a man
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| At three o’clock or so I meet
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| With friends to have a bite to eat
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| And conversation
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| We love to empty out our hearts
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| With every subject from the arts
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| To liberation
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| We love to pull apart someone
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| And spread some gossip just for fun
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| Or start a rumor
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| We let our hair down, so to speak
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| And mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek
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| And inside humor
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| So many times we have to pay
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| For having fun and being gay
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| It’s not amusing
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| There’s always those that spoil our games
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| By finding fault and calling names
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| Always accusing
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| They draw attention to themselves
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| At the expense of someone else
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| It’s so confusing
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| Yet they make fun of how I talk
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| And imitate the way I walk
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| Tell me if you can
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| What makes a man a man
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| My masquerade comes to an end
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| And I go home to bed again
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| Alone and friendless
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| I close my eyes, I think of him
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| I fantasize what might have been
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| My dreams are endless
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| We love each other but it seems
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| The love is only in my dreams
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| It’s so one sided
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| But in this life I must confess
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| The search for love and happiness
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| Is unrequited
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| I ask myself what I have got
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| Of what I am and what I’m not
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| What have I given
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| The answers come from those who make
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| The rules that some of us must break
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| Just to keep living
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| I know my life is not a crime
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| I’m just a victim of my time
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| I stand defenseless
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| Nobody has the right to be
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| The judge of what is right for me
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| Tell me if you can
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| What make a man a man
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| Tell me if you can
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| Tell me if you can
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| Tell me if you can
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| What makes a man a man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Makes A Man , by - Charles Aznavour. Song from the album Aznavour Sings In English - Best Of, in the genre Эстрада