Carole King
The Image Collector
Everybody's trying to find the natural man
The image collector with the clean white hand
The people's pure poet
Who knows that although it isn't easy he can show it
He just tells it like it is
Who is the man of the hour today?
Who's got the voodoo and who knows the way?
Who has all the papers, who keeps in touch?
Who's the brave outlaw, and what does he say?
Everybody's trying to find the natural man
The image collector with the clean white hands
The people's pure poet
Who knows that although it isn't easy hе can show it
And tell it like it is
Who's hung up on beauty and not on thе law?
Who loves life while seeing its flaw?
And why am I nervous with questions like this?
Perhaps it's because I know
I'd trade them all for a kiss
Everybody's trying to find the natural man
The image collector with the clean white hands
Everybody's trying to find the natural man
Everybody wants to love a natural man