| I wish that I could be your man
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| I wish I had it in me it’s hard to understand
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| Something to hold on to instead of graspin' at the strands
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| I wish that I could be your man
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| Now the hand the rocks the cradle baby surely rules the home
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| Baby’s never satisfied by being left alone
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| We’re better off without you though it seems like it’s a sin
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| Holdin' on is hard to with nothin' coming in
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| Guess I’m getting' used to it
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| Supply don’t meet demand
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| I wish that I could be your man
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| Now some stayed and some ran
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| Some made some big plans
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| Some hurt and some don’t, some can and just won’t
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| Hurts me it’s no joke, some got their hearts broke
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| Everybody needs somebody and I don’t like it at all
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| I wish that I could be your man
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| I wish I had it in me it’s hard to understand
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| Something to hold on to instead of graspin' at the strands
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| I wish that I could be your man
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| I wanna see some kids ride bikes up and down the street
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| I want someone to kiss me man, when I’m in bed asleep
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| No one wants to wait around, well I’m outracing sand
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| No one wants to see you when you see 'em when you can
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| Guess I’m getting' used to it
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| Supply don’t meet demand
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| I wish that I could be your man
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| Now some stayed and some ran
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| Some made some big plans
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| Some hurt and some don’t, some can and just won’t
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| Hurts me it’s no joke, some got their hearts broke
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| Everybody needs somebody and I don’t like it at all
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| I wish that I could be your man
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| I wish I had it in me it’s hard to understand
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| Something to hold on to instead of graspin' at the strands
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| I wish that I could be your man |