(Clarke / Sylvester)
Man in a room, can't you see what you did
Pick yourself off the floor, it don't suit you, don't be blind
One lonely with four walls closing in
It's a room without any door
You've been on your own since she told you to go
I'm telling you why and what for
You're a man without a heart
Just a lonely man without a heart
Man can't you see what you did to yourself
Thinking it was so big at the time
I could have told you but I wasn't there
You shout her the wrong kind of line
chorus
Pick yourself off the floor
It don't suit you to be in that frame of mind
Try to be more like a man with respect
Get on the right track, don't be blind