Mr. Smooth Man - Alan Parker, Madeline Bell

You like your livin' free

You play at being cool

You don’t agree with any man

You’re stubborn as a mule

And a not a soul can tame you

Though you say a few have tried

And many girls have shown you love

And you push them all aside

No-one really knows you

They call you Smith by name

And no-one really understands

That money is your game

Is anyone truly sure

'Bout where you’ve come here from?

You keep 'em guessing

No, they never see you work

Where do you get your money from?

You wear the latest fashions

Before they’re shown in magazines

You’re always looking good

And you’re always looking clean

You’re hanging with the big boys

Who spend a lot of cash

You never have enough bread

To keep it hidden with your stash

Do you care for someone?

Have you ever been in love?

It’s hard to tell what’s on your mind

Or who you’re thinking of

Is anyone truly sure

How you came to be still here?

You keep 'em guessing

Who you are and where you are

And what you’re really doing here

You keep 'em guessing

Cause they never see you work

«What does he really like from here?»

You drive a flashy car

And you’re known all over town

You seem to be getting up

When everybody’s getting down

Everyone seems to like you

Still they call you Smith by name

No-one gets too close

But we like you just the same

Do you care for someone?

Have you ever been in love?

It’s hard to tell what’s on your mind

Or who you’re thinking of

Is anyone truly sure

How you came to be still here?

You keep 'em guessing

Who you are and where you are

And what you’re really doing here

You keep 'em guessing

Cause they never see you work

What does he really want from here?