| | |
| Keep my temper, cool off, | |
| Keep my tension, heat on. | |
| I don't mind showing my colors, | |
| Any yesterdays, any tomorrows, | |
| I make no bones about them. | |
| No desire to go on with you, | |
| nobody can get it's confirmation. | |
| I wanna be me, I wanna be free, | |
| I don't be to ask for the moon. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don't shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it's boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. | |
| Every day and night, every situation, | |
| I know what I am doing there. | |
| Any conversation, | |
| any fantasies can not keep turning me on. | |
| Even make a deal with me today, | |
| nobody can get it's confirmation. | |
| I don't dress to kill, still I bedevil. | |
| I don't want a bed of roses. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don't shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it's boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don't shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it's boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. |
| Keep my temper, cool off, | |
| Keep my tension, heat on. | |
| I don' t mind showing my colors, | |
| Any yesterdays, any tomorrows, | |
| I make no bones about them. | |
| No desire to go on with you, | |
| nobody can get it' s confirmation. | |
| I wanna be me, I wanna be free, | |
| I don' t be to ask for the moon. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don' t shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it' s boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. | |
| Every day and night, every situation, | |
| I know what I am doing there. | |
| Any conversation, | |
| any fantasies can not keep turning me on. | |
| Even make a deal with me today, | |
| nobody can get it' s confirmation. | |
| I don' t dress to kill, still I bedevil. | |
| I don' t want a bed of roses. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don' t shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it' s boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don' t shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it' s boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. |
| Keep my temper, cool off, | |
| Keep my tension, heat on. | |
| I don' t mind showing my colors, | |
| Any yesterdays, any tomorrows, | |
| I make no bones about them. | |
| No desire to go on with you, | |
| nobody can get it' s confirmation. | |
| I wanna be me, I wanna be free, | |
| I don' t be to ask for the moon. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don' t shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it' s boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. | |
| Every day and night, every situation, | |
| I know what I am doing there. | |
| Any conversation, | |
| any fantasies can not keep turning me on. | |
| Even make a deal with me today, | |
| nobody can get it' s confirmation. | |
| I don' t dress to kill, still I bedevil. | |
| I don' t want a bed of roses. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don' t shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it' s boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. | |
| And I take a beauty sleep | |
| until evening comes. | |
| Then everything is ready for me. | |
| I don' t shuffle on the street, | |
| refinement is mine. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself is my way. | |
| And I play with paradox | |
| until it' s boring | |
| Then I can be ready for beating. | |
| I do stride on the street, | |
| refuse all mercy. | |
| Nobody can get the jump on me. | |
| Outdoing myself always feeds my soul, | |
| feeds my soul. |
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