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Eso es lo que obtienes (Por ser educado)

The Jackson 5

That's What You Get (For Being Polite)

Jack still cries day and night
Jack's not happy with his life
He wanna do this
He wanna do that
He wanna be kind
But ends up flat
For love, for love

He tries so hard to give a lot
He wants to be what he is not
Love's not harsh
Love's not bad
And what he's doing
For love is so sad
(He wants to be so bad)
(He wants to be so bad)

All the time getting in
Things he can't get out
Something's deep inside of him
Eating up the pride of him
That makes him buy
Things for the girls

(That's what you get)
(For being polite)
(For being polite)

Jack still sits all alone
He lives the world that is his own
He's lost in thoughts of who to be
I wish to God that he would see
Just love
Give him love

He tries so hard to give a lot
He wants to be what he is not
Love's not harsh
Love's not bad
And what he's doing
For love is so sad
(He wants to be so bad)
(He wants to be so bad)

All the time getting in
Things he can't get out
Something's deep inside of him
Eating up the pride of him
That makes him buy
Things for the girls

(That's what you get)
(For being polite)
(For being polite)

Jack's still trying to make you happy
But
Jack's still trying to make you happy
But
Jack's sill trying to make you happy
But it's love
But it's love

Jack's still trying to make
Don't you know he cries
(Jack's still)
Don't you know he's, yeah
(Jack's still)
His often though was for love
His funk is love
Don't you know he often cries about you
He cries about me
He cries about you
(You)
And me
(Me)
And every little thing that's in his way
He cries about me
He cries about you
(You)
And me
(Me)
Know that he just had to cry
(Jack's still)
Don't you know he cries
(Jack's still)
Don't you know he's, yeah
(Jack's still)
His often thought was for love
Yeah, yeah
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know, don't you know he cries
He cries because there is a lack of love
Don't you know he often
Don't you know
Don't you know, yeah
Don't you know, yeah
He often cries because there is no love

Eso es lo que obtienes (Por ser educado)

Jack aún llora día y noche
Jack no está feliz con su vida
Quiere hacer esto
Quiere hacer aquello
Quiere ser amable
Pero termina mal
Por amor, por amor

Él se esfuerza tanto por dar mucho
Quiere ser lo que no es
El amor no es duro
El amor no es malo
Y lo que está haciendo
Por amor es tan triste
(Quiere ser tan malo)
(Quiere ser tan malo)

Todo el tiempo metiéndose en
Cosas de las que no puede salir
Algo está dentro de él
Consumiendo su orgullo
Que lo hace comprar
Cosas para las chicas

(Eso es lo que obtienes)
(Por ser educado)
(Por ser educado)

Jack aún se sienta completamente solo
Vive en un mundo que es solo suyo
Está perdido en pensamientos de quién ser
Ojalá Dios le haga ver
Solo amor
Dale amor

Él se esfuerza tanto por dar mucho
Quiere ser lo que no es
El amor no es duro
El amor no es malo
Y lo que está haciendo
Por amor es tan triste
(Quiere ser tan malo)
(Quiere ser tan malo)

Todo el tiempo metiéndose en
Cosas de las que no puede salir
Algo está dentro de él
Consumiendo su orgullo
Que lo hace comprar
Cosas para las chicas

(Eso es lo que obtienes)
(Por ser educado)
(Por ser educado)

Jack sigue intentando hacerte feliz
Pero
Jack sigue intentando hacerte feliz
Pero
Jack sigue intentando hacerte feliz
Pero es amor
Pero es amor

Jack sigue intentando hacer
¿No sabes que llora?
(Jack sigue)
¿No sabes que sí?
(Jack sigue)
Su pensamiento frecuente era por amor
Su funk es amor
¿No sabes que a menudo llora por ti?
Llora por mí
Llora por ti
(Tú)
Y por mí
(Yo)
Y por cada pequeña cosa que se interpone en su camino
Llora por mí
Llora por ti
(Tú)
Y por mí
(Yo)
Sabe que simplemente tenía que llorar
(Jack sigue)
¿No sabes que llora?
(Jack sigue)
¿No sabes que sí?
(Jack sigue)
Su pensamiento frecuente era por amor
Sí, sí
¿No sabes, no sabes?
¿No sabes, no sabes?
¿No sabes, no sabes?
¿No sabes, no sabes que llora?
Llora porque hay falta de amor
¿No sabes que a menudo
¿No sabes?
¿No sabes, sí?
¿No sabes, sí?
A menudo llora porque no hay amor

Escrita por: Michael / Randy Jackson