I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

Don't hang your head, so the wise man said, or boy you'll soon be dead You better run, run Manuela-uela run (Gonna shoot you in the back with your own gun) You better run, run Manuela run Don't look now, you better watch that sword that's hanging over

I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to) Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters (Your secret's out) And it's mind over you don't, don't matter But we