Hey Mr. Smooth,
Always talking about the things you own,
But you stand alone. 
And all your cash,
Can make you a man of wealth,
But wealth can't make a man. 

Chorus:
When will your eyes open for the pain inside,
Pain which lies so deep.
Face the truth don't turn your head the other way,
Truth will set your free. 

Hey Mr. Lover,
You're so full of every girl you had
But the love is death. 

Cause it's all lust.
And your heart will stay cool again,
And emptiness your friend.