Last Mango In Paris

When I'm wrong I admit itWhen I'm right I shut up..But, if you're hairless with apesYou get to mop the mess upU do me no justiceU can't sentence or judge meI know u can't grade me (oh no)Change is painSo here we go:Yeah, yeah, yeahWhat a showI won't bossanova my way outa thisNo no noWhat a blowI won't bossanova my way outa thisHey-he-yh-eyThis, I know: I won't bossanova my way outa thisIt feels good to be carelessLast mango in ParisYeah, yeah, yeahI've fooled everyone completelyEveryone, except you..And maybe a few othersThat was all there was to do (Yeah, what can a fool do?...)I got clothes in my wardrobeThey'll make me feel allrightI was aiming to please'Coz you see... YeahThere's just a few of us...