Songtexte:
George Michael Look At Your Hands

fair, I still want you at night Can't you see you made a mistake, girl? But he treats you like dirt and I hate it Na, na, na, na, na, na, lady, look at your hands

look at your hands you got two fat children and a drunken man betcha don't, betcha don't like your life betcha don't, betcha don't like it ma ma ma ma baby look at your

look at your hands you got two fat children and a drunken man betcha don't, betcha don't like your life betcha don't, betcha don't like it ma ma ma ma baby look at your

) Well I hadn't seen your face around town awhile, So I greeted you, with a knowing smile, When I saw that girl upon your arm, I knew she won your heart

died, and survived thru the struggle It don't matter your damn color, whole world's a dirty hustle Better wipe your tears away, better put your fear aside Put one hand

ending malice Now you look in my eyes and tell me you're Fair and you're Balanced Demoralizing free speech and free press at the hands Of a company,

with us I'm crushin your every sentence All u do is scream your name thru your ad-libs (who? Dyke Jones) Nigga we the hardest, your ass is average Shit

MIA at the Grammy's I swear I thought she was about to have the yout on stage right there Amy thought her long ass vacation was great And St Lucians were like "look