Oh, be something you love and understand "And be a simple kind of man Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can" And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied" Mama told me

Silver threads and golden needles Cannot mend this heart of mine And I dare not drown my sorrows In the warm glow of your mind You can't buy my love with money 'Cause I ain't never was that kind I don't want your lonely mansion With a tear in every room

What kind of man loves like this? What kind of man? You were on the other side, like always And with one kiss You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years I was on a heavy tip Try'na cross a canyon with a broken limb Wondering what to do

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

You know I, this is James Brown I'm such a lover of people Because people did so much for me I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind And I feel that he who has been successful Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother I feel that's my role,

This is an impossible love The kind you only hear of in cinematic dreams With syndromatic schemes It's never just as lovely as it seems Yes this is an impossible love The flame in lust is an exhaustible love And flames combust We flames would be hand in

You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked. So baby I ask you... A man out of sync with his own program, trying to find some kind of inner link. I should have known it from the start

I don't wanna know about your new man 'Cause if it was meant to be You wouldn't be callin' me up tryin' to 'Cause I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me We'll get there eventually I know you're missin' all this kind of love But I'm positive that

Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love Love, what've you done with my tongue? Maybe this could be the kind of one Where I sit on the words Or talking through each style Everything is overheard See

Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found Havin' hard times in this crazy town Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit I must be some kind of creature up here