Hey you!
Watch me fall through your fingers.
I will spill away like falling sand.
I said, "Hey you!
Watch me fall through your fingers.
Now you know what it's like to be a man."
I still remember,
the night you sang Moon River.
The way the moonlight lay,
like a bracelet on your wrist.
You said, "I want my ring back."
I said, "Indian giver."
When all I wanted,
was your finger not your fist.
I said, "Hey you!
Watch me fall through your fingers.
I will spill away like falling sand."
I said, "Hey you!
Watch me fall through your fingers.
Now you know what it's like to be a man."
I said, "Hey you!
Watch me fall through your fingers.
I will spill away like falling sand."
I said, "Hey you!
Watch me fall through your fingers.
Now you know what it's like to be a man.
Now you know what it's like to be a man.
Now you know what it's like to be a man.
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