The Man In You - Faithless

Although I don’t really know how to handle ya

I will have nobody kicking no sand in ya face

Not even a trace of bland in ya

Teenage and it’s a trouble understanding ya

You got plenty of energy and stamina

Forgot all the little tricks I tried to cram in ya

There’s a bit of, 'I don’t give a damn' in ya, ha

And that’s your old man in ya

Stand in your way, never or ever abandon ya

And on the day people say what they can’t stand in ya

Don’t let your ego get out of hand on ya

It ain’t a good look when crook-karma land on ya

Balance yourself, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in you

The I will and I can in you

Execute the grand plan in you

I’m your daddy and happy to see the man in ya

Might know too much but I’m no soft touch

Brought you up, to recognize lies as such

I need no crutch, child hood was arduous

And if there is a God I’m sure He would pardon us

Must be working hard in us

Not to harden us

Ten, that you really wanna be

Twenty, exactly what you see is on telly

Eleven, you can’t tell him anything

That he don’t know already

Twelve, they get together steady

Explore the first keeping up with the many

Thirteen, none of them are ready

Living on old raised broke not a penny

Fourteen, baby in the belly

She’s all done a runner another no daddy

Fifteen, nanny and she loves it dearly

Head strong proving all along but wary

Sixteen, scale we were quite contrary

This is how the garden grows

This is how the garden grows

Children, you still own the power

To turn this into your finest hour

Now a young ma mum that mistake

Can make a contribution why don’t we wait and see

Give back the mothers their dignity

And the fathers who roam free a lesson in humility

This society needs to learn empathy

It happened to you, it could happen to me

It happened to you, it could happen to me

It happened to you, it could happen to me

It happened to you, it could happen to me

Birds and bees without flowers

Girls be strong, boys don’t cower

Stand by your seat, scream and shower

Oh, how the sweet can turn sour

Birds and bees without flowers

Girls be strong, boys don’t cower

Stand by your seat, scream and shower

Oh, how the sweet can turn sour