Accolade کے بول

I see a man, who boasts of his fame Got an addiction for attention like a drug racing for the brain He is a man, who loves to persuade He needs a woman by his side every night as an accolade Rounding them in, asking their name, he leans in. Oooh, ooooh Heartache will come when sober Hasn’t been home to notice he’s older Hurting from one who left him burnt He is a man of faults, a flirt He’s a fool A male with needs, begging for praise He’s got a taste for the chase all he has are his wicked ways Never in love, solo by choice How he gets them is a habit that he wants to remain always He leans in Oooh, ooooh Heartache will come when sober Hasn’t been home to notice he’s older Hurting from one who left him burnt He is a man of faults, a flirt He’s a fool Oooh, ooooh Heartache will come when sober Hasn’t been home to notice he’s older Hurting from one who left him burnt He is a man of faults, a flirt He’s a fool