ITS PROBABLY ME
If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground
You wake the morning in a strangers coat
No one would you see
You ask yourself, whod watch for me
My only friend, who could it be
Its hard to say it
I hate to say it, but its probably me
When your bellys empty and the hungers so real
And youre too proud to beg and to dumb to steal
You search the city for your only friend
No one would you see
You ask yourself, who could it be
A solitary voice to speak out and set you free
I hate to say it
I hate to say it, but its probably me
Youre not the easiest person I ever got to know
And its hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say I should let you go your way
Youll only make me cry
If theres one guy, just one guy
Whod lay down his life for you and die
Its hard to say it
I hate to say it, but its probably me
When the worlds gone crazy and it makes no sense
Theres only one voice that comes to your defense
The jurys out and your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see
If theres one guy, just one guy
Whod lay down his life for you and die
Its hard to say it
I hate to say it, but its probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say it, but its probably me
SEVEN DAYS
Seven Days was all she wrote
A kind of ultimatum note
She gave to me, she gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared
To challenge me, woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Well well see
I dont think shed bluff this time
I really have to make her mine
Its plain to see
Its him or me
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursdays on my mind
Fridayd give me time, Saturday could wait
But Sundayd be too late
The fact hes over six feet ten
Might instill fear in other men
But not in me, The mighty Flea (flee?)
Ask if I am mouse or man
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
Hell murder me in time for his tea
Does it bother me at all
My rival is Neanderthal it makes me think
Perhaps I need a drink
IQ is not problem here
We wont be playing scrabble for her hand I fear
I need that beer
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursdays on my mind
Fridayd give me time, Saturday could wait
But Sundayd be too late
Seven days will quickly go
The fact remains, I love her so
Seven days, so many ways
But I cant run away
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursdays on my mind
Fridayd give me time, Saturday could wait
But Sundayd be too late
Do I have to tell a story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Its a big enough umbrella
But its always me that ends up getting wet
SHAPE OF MY HEART
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesnt play for the money he wins
He doesnt play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the Spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the Clubs are weapons of war
I know that Diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
He may play the Jack of Diamonds
He may lay the Queen of Spades
He may conceal a King in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the Spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the Clubs are weapons of war
I know that Diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
Youd maybe think theres something wrong
Im not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost
I know that the Spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the Clubs are weapons of war
I know that Diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
SHES TOO GOOD
FOR ME
She dont like to hear me sing
She dont want no diamond ring
She dont want to drive my car
She wont let me go that far
She dont like the way I look
She dont like the things I cook
She dont like the way I play
She dont like the things I say
But oh the games we play
Shes too good for me
Shes too good for me
She dont like the jokes I make
She dont like the drugs I take
She dont like the friends I got
She dont like my friends a lot
She dont like the clothes I wear
She dont like the way I stare
She dont like the tales I tell
She dont like the way I smell
But oh the games we play
Shes too good for me
Shes too good for me
Would she prefer it if I washed myself more often than I do
Would she prefer it if I took her to an opera or two
I could distort myself to be the perfect man
She might prefer me as I am
She dont want to meet my folks
She dont want to hear my jokes
She dont want to fix my tie
She dont even want to try
She dont like the books I read
She dont like the way I feed
She dont want to save my life
She dont want to be my wife
But oh the games we play
Shes too good for me
Shes too good for me
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http://www.ampm.co.uk/artists/police/police.htm
http://www.fastsys.co.kr/~jwpark/Outside/Music/sting.html
http://www.gradpula.com/maestral/sting/index.shtml
http://www.compass-ent.com/music/sting4.html
http://www.sting.demon.nl/