all those years i spent in school, tryin' hard to act so cool
got more confused with every day, too much to say, i lost my way
I used to be that Man, I used to be that Man
I used to be that Man, I used to be ............. that Man
i found a collar's not for me, and by the clock's no way to be
i had no heart for makin' rules or suffer fools, it seemed so cruel
chorus
a loving husband at her side, a common form of civic pride
i couldn't see her point of view and now we're through, ain't nothin new
chorus
stephenhsmith 6jan2005
12 September 2009
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