"Crying Out aloud"
Funky - for male voice
Hey there Girl! I see your face. As I stand here, wond'ring what your thinking of
I'd like to go with you but I know my place. Your too smart to think of going out with me.
When young girls, look like this. I stand here hoping I might get a kiss.
There aint enough lookers to go around for all. I'll end up with a dog and wishing that I hadn't gone at all.
Chorus: Hey up there! It's so unfair! With men around here, who make you feel beyond compare!
Why can't I look a bit like them? Instead of feeling lonely now, I could be feeling like a King.
verse: No lack of style. I've got that! I'm not joking. Can't they see my Gucci watch?
Designer Cloths. Short crop hair. Strutting my stuff and looking kinda Fred Astair!
Loads o' cash! Plastic too! Mobile phone. I've even got an XR4.
I stand here and take a look at you. Suddenly I'm own my own feeling that I cannot score.
Chorus: One fine day. Soon I hope. I'll meet a leggy lovely. Then I won't need to mope.
Fall in love, as if blessed from up above. But lookin' in the light of day I'm positive I've got no hope!
It's a waste of time! Crying out loud! I know my limits. I think I'll mingle with the crowd.
I'll drink designer Beer 'til my legs go weak. Then it doesn't matter that I'm standing here dancing with some freak.
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Copyright: Lyrics Charles Bentley. Music Tim Mellors