lay my head on the surgeon’s table
take my fingerprints if you are able
pick my brains pick my pockets
steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
run every kind of test from a to z
and you’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me
run my name through your computer
mention me in passing to your college tutor
check my records check my facts
check if i paid my income tax
pore over everything in my cv
but you’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me
you’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me
you don’t need to read no books on my history
i’m a simple man it’s no big mystery
in the cold weather a hand needs a glove
at times like this a lonely man like me needs love
search my house with a fine tooth comb
turn over everything ’cause i won’t be home
set up your microscope and tell me what you see
you’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me
you’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me
you’ll still know nothin’ ’bout me etc
you’ll still know zip about me
Artist: Sting
Year: 1993
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 101