Look at Me Now - The Outfield

Mama was a fallen angel

Papa was a rolling stone

I was raised in a

From the day that I was born

Look at me, look at me, look at me now

Look at me, look at me, look at me now

Never had to look for trouble

It was always there for me

Kept outside in the pouring rain

The black sheep of the family, yeah

Look at me, look at me, look at me now

Look at me, look at me, look at me now

Look at me now

Hey mama

Look, look at me now

(Look at me now) yeah

Look at me now

Hey, look at me

Look, look at me now

Mama’s not the virgin Mary

Papa’s not the Lord above

I was raised up on these streets

Waiting for my time to come

Look at me, look at me, look at me now

Look at me, look at me, look at me now

Look at me, look at me, look at me now

Look at me, look at me, look at me now

Look at me now

Look, look at me now

Hey, mama

Look at me now

Look, look at me now