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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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