Hey you! Watch me fall through your fingers. I will spill away like sand. Hey you! Watch me fall through your fingers. Now you know what it’s like to be a man.
I still remember, the night you sang Moon River. The way the moonlight lay, like a bracelet on your wrist. You said, “I want my ring back.” I said, “Indian giver. ” When all I wanted, was your finger not your fist.
I said, “Hey you! Watch me fall through your fingers. I will spill away like falling sand. ” I said, “Hey you! Watch me fall through your fingers. Now you know what it’s like to be a man.”
I said, “Hey you! Watch me fall through your fingers. I will spill away like falling sand. ” I said, “Hey you! Watch me fall through your fingers. Now you know what it’s like to be a man. Now you know what it’s like to be a man. Now you know what it’s like.”