| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
The man in me will do nearly any task,
And as for compensation, there's
little he would ask.
Take a woman like you
To get through to the man in
me.
Storm clouds are raging all around my door,
I think to myself I might not take
it any more.
Take a woman like your kind
To find the man in me.
But, oh, what a
wonderful feeling
Just to know that you are near,
Sets my a heart a-reeling
From my
toes up to my ears.
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,
But
that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Took a woman like you
To
get through to the man in me |
