Sting
Lay my head on the surgeon's table
Take me fingerprints if you are able
Pick my brain, pick my pocket
Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
Run every kind of test from A to Z
And you'll still know nothing about me
Run my name through your computer
Mention me in passing your college tutor
Pore over everything in my C.V.
But you'll still know nothing about me
You don't need to read books on my history
I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery
In the cold weather, the 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 at home
Set up your microscope and tell me what you see
You'll still know nothing about me
