100 lyrics for "I'm a man and I'm a man"

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
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Now I'm here (now I'm here) Here I stand (here I stand) Look around around around around around But you won't see me (but you won't see me) Now I'm there (now I'm there) Just a new man Yes you made me live again, wow A baby I was when you took my hand
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And I wonder what it's been like Man in the mirror, my hero 'Cause I've been on my own Or at least that's what it feels like Wanna get back right with ya When I think I'm bad like Michael He bring me back down to Tito It's written all over my face One of
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What you wanna do? I got that old thing back What you wanna see? Baby sing relax and feel him To sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila Honey's call me Bigga, the condom filler Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick Biggie squeeze it to make shit
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Yo te contaré, una historia De como, un puertoriqueño me robó el corazón Nunca más he vuelto a amar de esa manera Quizás jamás lo haré Es la historia de mi primer amor Era buen mozo con grandes why profundos ojos marrones Un bailarín Juntos nos perdimos
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Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone) Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone) No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't
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Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up! Birdman, what up? Last time I seen bird, he said young nigga get
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And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find, a way through the day A light, for the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You
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Buscando visa para un sueño Buscando visa para un sueño (¡oh!) Buscando visa, la razón de ser Eran las cinco 'e la mañana Un seminarista, un obrero Con mil papeles de solvencia Que no les dan pa' ser sinceros Eran las siete 'e la mañana Y uno por uno al
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