Mano a Mano کے بول

You got a lotta bravado You coppin' massive machismo, you know You wanna mano a mano, baby I ain't no violent type though, you know me Don't got no villain vaquero Don't got no Marlyboro to smoke I'm just a flower child lately Sippin' the milk brought out by the poppyseed Help me help you understand I'm not a real man I am the mistress of a gun I get it in bed before it kills someone, yuh-huh-uh But if you fuck with my family (Ah-ah-ah-ah) You'll see the lover inside me leave me I've got a bull, ballistic baby He get a little sadistic, a little crazy Help me help you to understand He's not a real man He's a dеlinquent in the street Out running his mouth off, unable to spеak of a simple feelin' (We live in a jungle, a bloody jungle) Mano a mano jungle, baby You're not a violent type, well, to you godspeed Somebody help me to understand Just what is a real man? Is it an infant with a stick Out pickin' a fight with the quieter kids? I have come to understand Just what is a real man He is the mama of a war He's singin' to sleep before it can deploy He's pinchin' the cheek of a little destroyer He's rockin' grenaders in a cradle A sedater Yeah-ah-ah-ah Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah (Hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey) (Hey, hey, hey)