| |
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. |