How do I get closer to you
When you keep it all on mute
How will I know
The right way
To love you

Usually the queen
At figurin out
Breaking down the man
Is no work out
But I have no clue
How to get through to you

I wanna hit you
Just to see if you cry
Keep knockin on wood
Hopin there's
A real boy inside

cause you're not a man
You're just a mannequin
I wish you could feel
That my love is real
But you're not a man


I wish I could just
Turn you on
put a battery in and make you talk
Even pull a string for you
To say anything

But with you there is no guarantee
Only expired warranty
A bunch of broken parts
and I can't seem
To find your heart

I'm such a fool
such a fool
such a fool
this one's outta my hands
I can't put you back together again

Cause you're not a man
You're just a Mannequin
I wish you could feel
That my love is real
But you're not a man
You're just a, a toy
Could you ever be a real, real boy
And understand
But you're not a man

Oh understand
That you're not a man



Lá na minha terra, de onde eu venho, isto é equivalente ao curriqueiro "levar uma tampa" certo?

Edit: Já descortinei a cena toda pá. eram umas 3 e tal da manhã, ao pé do MB da avenida principal do avante.
E era morena, baixinha, gira, etc. agora vou é ter de arranjar outra letra de musica, porque esta já não faz mto sentido.