| Babe, do you understa-a-a-and me now?
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| Sometimes I feel a little mad.
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| But don’t you know that no one alive can always be an angel,
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| When things go wrong I seem to be bad.
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| 'Cause I’m just a soul whose intentions are good.
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| Oh, Lord! |
| Please, don’t let me be misunderstood!
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| If I seem edgy I want you to know
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| That I never meant to take it out o-on you.
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| Your life has its problems and I’ve got my share,
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| That’s one thing I never meant to do 'cause I lo-ove you!
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| Babe, don’t you know I’m just hu-uman
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| And I’ve got thoughts like any other man.
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| And sometimes I feel myself, oh Lord, regretting
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| Some foolish thing, some foolish thing I’ve done.
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| 'Cause I’m just a soul whose intentions are good.
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| Oh, Lord! |
| Please, don’t let me be misunderstood!
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| Oh, Lord! |
| Don’t you let me be-ee misunderstoo-u-ud!
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| Don’t let me be-ee-ee… Don’t let me be misunderstoo-u-u-ud!
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| No, no, no, no, no, (no)…
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| Oh, 'h, come to me baby…
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| Esmeralda, ah, come on baby…
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| You’re so swee-eet, my swee-eet…
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| Esmeralda, help me now, I love ya…
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| Oh, don’t play with me baby…
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| Come on, talk to me, Esmera-alda!
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| Oh baby, oh please, oh Lord, plea-ea-ea-ea-ease babe,
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| My sweet Esmeralda!
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| Baby, do you understand me now?
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| Sometimes I feel a little mad.
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| But don’t you know that no one alive can always be an angel,
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| When things go wrong I seem to be bad.
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| 'Cause I’m just a soul whose intentions are good.
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| Oh, Lord! |
| Please, don’t let me be misunderstood!
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| Baby, sometimes I’m so carefree
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| With a joy that’s hard to hi-a-a-aide.
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| And sometimes it seems that all I have to do is wo-orry
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| And then you’re bound to see my other side.
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| 'Cause I’m just a soul whose intentions are good.
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| Oh, Lord! |
| Please, don’t let me be misunderstood!
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| If I seem edgy I want you to know
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| That I never meant to take it out on you.
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| Life has its problems and I’ve got my share,
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| That’s one thing I never meant to do 'cause I lo-ove you!
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| Oh, babe, don’t you know I’m hu-uman,
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| I have thoughts like any other man!
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| And sometimes I feel myself, oh Lord, regretting
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| Some foolish thing, some foolish thing I’ve do-o-o-one.
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| 'Cause I’m just a soul whose intentions are goo-u-ud.
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| Oh, Lord! |
| Please, don’t let me be misunderstood! |