One more try (George Michael)

One more try I've had enough of danger and people on the streets, I'm looking out for angels just trying to find some peace. Now I think it's time that you let me know, so if you love me say you love me, but if you don't, just let me go... 'Cos teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn and the last one I had made me cry. Oh, so I don't want to learn to hold you, touch you, think that you're mine. Because it ain't no joy for an uptown boy whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. When you were just a stranger and I was at your feet, I didn't feel the danger. Now I feel the heat, that look in your eyes telling me no, so you think that you love me, you know that you need me. I wrote the song, I know it's wrong, just let me go... And teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn. Oh, the last one I had made me cry. So I don't want to learn to hold you, touch you, think that you're mine. Because it ain't no joy for an uptown boy whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. So when you say that you need me, that you'll never leave me, I know you're wrong,  you're not that strong. Let me go. And teacher, there are things that I still have to learn, but the one thing I have is my pride. Oh, so I don't want to learn to hold you, touch you, think that you're mine. Because there ain't no joy for an uptown boy who just isn't willing to try. I'm so cold inside... Maybe just one more try.

Un intento más He tenido suficiente peligro y gente por las calles, voy buscando ángeles solo tratando de encontrar algo de paz. Ahora creo que es el momento de que me lo hagas saber, así que si me amas dí que me amas, pero si no, déjame irme... Porque maestra, hay cosas que yo no quiero aprender y lo último que yo tenía me hizo llorar. Oh, así que no quiero aprender a abrazarte, tocarte, a creer que eres mía. Porque no hay alegría para un chico de clase alta a quien la maestra le ha dicho adiós, adiós, adiós. Cuando eras solo una extraña y yo estaba a tus pies, no sentía el peligro. Ahora siento el calor, esa mirada en tus ojos diciéndome no, pues crees que me amas, sabes que me necesitas. Yo escribí la canción, sé que está mal, sólo déjame ir... Y maestra, hay cosas que yo no quiero aprender. Oh, lo último que yo tenía me hizo llorar. Así que no quiero aprender a abrazarte, tocarte, a creer que eres mía. Porque no hay alegría para un chico de clase alta a quien la maestra le ha dicho adiós, adiós, adiós. Así que cuando dices que me necesitas, que nunca me dejarás, sé que estás equivocada,  tú no eres tan fuerte. Déjame ir. Y maestra, hay cosas que aún tengo que aprender, pero lo único que tengo es mi orgullo. Oh, así que no quiero aprender a abrazarte, tocarte, creer que eres mía. Porque no hay alegría para un chico de clase alta que no está dispuesto a intentar. Estoy tan frío por dentro... Quizás solo un intento más.