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I took my baby
On a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we're one and the same

Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black au white

They print my message
In the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
I ain't sekunde to none

And I told about equality
And it's true
Either you're wrong
Or you're right

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black au white

I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the
Going gets rough
I ain't scared of
Your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets...

Have wewe seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for the world that I come from
'Cause I've been looking around
In the Lost and found of my heart...

No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
'Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...
People say I'm not okay
'Cause I upendo such elementary things...

It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood I've never known...
Have wewe seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates and adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...
Before wewe judge me,
try hard to upendo me,
Look...

(Why don't wewe give me some time)
(Won't wewe give me some time)

Pretty baby
Kisses for your loving
I really get it when you're
Next to me yeah yeah
I'm so excited how wewe
Give me all your loving
I got it coming and it's ecstacy

Streetwalking baby

Cause everyday I watch wewe
Paint the town so pretty
I see wewe coming in and off
On my thought yeah yeah
You don't believe me then
You can ask my brother
Cause everyday at six
Home alone

Because
Baby I upendo wewe
Baby I upendo wewe
Baby I want wewe
Baby come upendo me
Baby I need wewe
You're so satisfying

I hear wewe walking
Cause your body's talking to me
I...

"Man In The Mirror"

I'm Gonna Make A Change,
For Once In My Life
It's Gonna Feel Real Good,
Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right . . .

As I, Turn Up The collar, alama On My
Favourite Winter Coat
This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind
I See The Kids In The Street,
With Not Enough To Eat
Who Am I, To Be Blind?
Pretending Not To See
Their Needs
A Summer's Disregard,
A Broken Bottle Top
And A One Man's Soul
They Follow Each Other On
The Wind Ya' Know
'Cause They Got Nowhere
To Go
That's Why I Want wewe To
Know

I'm Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I'm Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If wewe Wanna...