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Carolee Carmello You Don't Know This Man

you don't know this man
you don't know a thing.
you come here, with these horrifying stories, these contemptable conceits, and you say you understand how a mans heart beats
And you don't know a thing.
You don't know this man
You don't even try
When a man writes his mother every sunday, pays his bills before they're due, works so hard to feed his family
There's your murderer for you
And you stand there spittin' words that you know aren't true
Then you don't know this man
I don't think you could
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You don't have the right to know a man that wise and good
He is a decent man
He is an honest man
And you don't know
And you never will
Not from me, not from anyone who knows him
Not a morcel not a crumb not a clue
I have nothing more to say to you.

You don't know this man
You don't know a thing
You come here with these horrifying stories
These contemptible conceits
And you say you understand how a man's heart beats
And you don't know a thing

You don't know this man
You don't even try
When a man writes his mother every Sunday
Pays his bills before they're due
Works so hard to feed his family
There's your murderer for you
And you stand there spitting words that you know aren't true
Then you don't know this man
I don't think you could

You don't have the right to know
A man that wise and good
He is a decent man
He is an honest man
And you don't know
And you never will
Not from me, not from anyone who knows him
Not a morsel, not a crumb, not a clue
I have nothing more to say to you

you don't know this man
you don't know a thing.
you come here, with these horrifying stories, these contemptable conceits, and you say you understand how a mans heart beats
And you don't know a thing.
You don't know this man
You don't even try
When a man writes his mother every sunday, pays his bills before they're due, works so hard to feed his family
There's your murderer for you
And you stand there spittin' words that you know aren't true
Then you don't know this man
I don't think you could
You don't have the right to know a man that wise and good
He is a decent man
He is an honest man
And you don't know
And you never will
Not from me, not from anyone who knows him
Not a morcel not a crumb not a clue
I have nothing more to say to you.

LUCILLE:
You don't know this man
You don't know a thing
You come here with these horrifying stories
These contemptable conceits
And you think you understand how a mans heart beats
And you don't know a thing

You don't know this man
You don't even try
When a man writes his mother every Sunday
Pays his bills before they're due
Works so hard to feed his family
There's your murderer for you
And you stand there spittin' words
That you know aren't true

Then you don't know this man
I don't think you could
You don't have the right to know
A man that wise and good
He is a decent man
He is an honest man
And you don't know
And you never will
Not from me, not from anyone who knows him
Not a morsel, not a crumb, not a clue
I have nothing more to say to you

You Don't Know This Man

LUCILLE:
You don't know this man,
You don't know a thing.
You come here with these horrifying stories,
These contemptable conceits,
And you say you understand how a man's heart beats,
And you don't know a thing....

You don't know this man,
You don't even try.
When a man writes his mother every Sunday,
Pays his bills before they're due,
Works so hard to feed his family,
There's your murderer for you,
And you stand there spittin' words,
That you know aren't true,

Then you don't know this man.
I don't think you could,
You don't have the right to know,
A man that wise and good,
He is a decent man.
He is an honest man.
And you don't know.
And you never will.
Not from me, not from anyone who knows him,
Not a morsel, not a crumb, not a clue.
I have nothing more to say to you. Last Update: February, 22nd 2016