by Bob Dylan



The man in me will do nearly any task,

And as for compensation, there's little he would ask.

Take a woman like you

To get through to the man in me.



Storm clouds are raging all around my door,

I think to myself I might not take it any more.

Take a woman like your kind

To find the man in me.



But, oh, what a wonderful feeling

Just to know that you are near,

Sets my a heart a-reeling

From my toes up to my ears.



The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,

But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.

Took a woman like you

To get through to the man in me.