lover don't cry   i am not your man   if you think that i am in such demand   oh that was just a dream that i might wake   and not be frail where we meek people wake   another link   a chip off the food chain   my father thinks he eats through his own brain   another job   oh i'm spending like coltrane   i think i thought i'm easily bought   and on the couch   oh she lies with her shoes off   and through her mouth   she drinks down the smirnoff   and theres no doubt i'm secretly turned on   i'm all out   i take what i want      lover don't cry   i am not your man   if you think that i   am in such demand