A Man On the Make
Just the way he moves, the way he talks
The things he says, the way he talks
The way he does the special things he can do
He's a man on the make, a man to look up to
The threads he wears, the places he eats
He's a man to get to know, a man to meet
The sports coupe he drives makes the road come alive
He smiles, the world glows; waters swirl and flow
He's the picture of health, a man of immense wealth
Dynamic, not static; yet all the same, enigmatic
Friends he counts none; passing acquaintances, one
He's a man on the make, with no place in the sun
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