Artist: Sting Album: Fields Of Gold Title: Nothing 'Bout Me Lay my head on the surgeon's table Take my fingerprints if you are able Pick my brains, pick my pockets Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets Run every kind of test from A to Z And you'll still know nothin' 'bout me Run my name through your computer Mention me in passing to your college tutor Check my records, check my facts Check if I paid my income tax Pore over everything in my C.V. But you'll still know nothin' 'bout me You'll still know nothin' 'bout me You don't need to read no books on my history I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love Search my house with a fine tooth comb Turn over everything 'cause I won't be home Set up your microscope, and tell me what you see You'll still know nothin' 'bout me You'll still know nothin' 'bout me You'll still know nothin' 'bout me etc. You'll still know zip a-bout me

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