Without Expression (Don't Be That Man)

Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm?
Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar?
There are many things I’d love to turn you on to.
But somehow I feel they’re safer where they are.
Well some people inbound infatuation.
While some others spell depression as a law.
Someone’s mother getting no imagination.
So beware then baby, sin is at everyone’s door.
But don’t the man I know.
With no expression, Lord.
Ain’t got none at all.
Pity the man I know.
With no expression, Lord.
Ain’t got none at all.
Well you’ll never, no you’ll never see this man laughing.
Come to think of it,
I’ve never seen him cry.
But you might by sitting quietly,
Hear him singing.
By and by, he’ll stop and sigh.
His voice will even start to speak
And he will say goodbye.
Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm?
Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar?
There are many things that I’d love to turn you on to.
But somehow I feel you’re safer where you are.
Ah but don’t be the man
Don’t be the man I know.
(Don't be the man, don’t be the man, don’t be the man)
With no expression, Lord.
Ain’t got none at all.
Don’t be the man.
(Repeat to fade)