Man In The Middle

Like an inventor

He is a symbol of a new age

He glides above the realms

Of you and me

He flows through your life

And makes you feel quite small

You may sit up in your chair

He doesn't care at all



He's the man in the middle

You can tell which way he lays

He's the man in the middle

And he realises

And he realises

And he realises

Beauty pays



His gowns come from paris

Occasionally from rome

He can go anywhere

Say back to his home

He flows through your life

And makes you feel quite small

Flashing to the white collars

Ha, he doesn't care at all



He's the man in the middle

You can tell which way he lays

He's the man in the middle

And he realises

And he realises

And he realises

Beauty pays

Please...



He's the man in the middle

You can tell which way he lays

He's the man in the middle

And he realises

And he realises

And he realises

Beauty pays



He's the man in the middle

You can tell which way he lays

He's the man in the middle

And he realises

And he realises

And he realises

Beauty pays

Please...


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