Marc Almond - What Makes A Man A Man lyrics

rate me

My mum and I we live alone

A great apartment is our home

In Fairhome Towers

I have to keep me company

Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet

Some plants and flowers

I help my mother with the chores

I wash, she dries, I do the floors

We work together

I shop and cook and sew a bit

Though mum does too I must admit

I do it better

At night I work in a strange bar

Impersonating every star

I'm quite deceiving

The customers come in with doubt

And wonder what I'm all about

But leave believing

I do a very special show

Where I am nude from head to toe

After stripteasing

Each night the men look so surprised

I change my sex before their eyes

Tell me if you can

What makes a man a man

At 3 o'clock or so I meet

With friends to have a bite to eat

And conversation

We love to empty out our hearts

With every subject from the arts

To liberation

We love to pull apart someone

And spread some gossip just for fun

Or start a rumour

We let our hair down, so to speak

And mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek

And inside humour

So many times we have to pay

For having fun and being gay

It's not amusing

There's always those that spoil our games

By finding fault and calling names

Always accusing

They draw attention to themselves

At the expense of someone else

It's so confusing

Yet they make fun of how I talk

And imitate the way I walk

Tell me if you can

What makes a man a man

My masquerade comes to an end

And I go home to bed again

Alone and friendless

I close my eyes, I think of him

I fantasise what might have been

My dreams are endless

We love each other but it seems

The love is only in my dreams

It's so one sided

But in this life I must confess

The search for love and hapiness

Is unrequited

I ask myself what I have got

Of what I am and what I'm not

What have I given

The answers come from those who make

The rules that some of us must break

Just to keep living

I know my life is not a crime

I'm just a victim of my time

I stand defenceless

Nobody has the right to be

The judge of what is right for me

Tell me if you can

What make a man a man

Tell me if you can

Tell me if you can

Tell me if you can

What makes a man a man