Culture Beat a été créé en 1989 par Torsten Fenslau, Dj originaire de Francfort. Son premier gros succès, Mr Vain, déferle sur l'Europe entière et s'écoule à quelques 4,5 millions d'exemplaires. Cet hymne de la génération euro dance est numéro un dans 13 pays, dont quatre semaines au Royaume-Uni. L'album Serenity n'a aucun mal à s'imposer et se vend à plus de deux millions d'exemplaires. Torsten n'a pas le temps d'en profiter et décède tragiquement dans un accident de voiture en 1993. L'aventure de Culture Beat continue cependant grâce au frère de Torsten, Frank Fenslau, qui produit d'autres albums, dont le dernier Metamorphosis, est sorti en 1998. Call him Mr.Raider call him Mr.Wrong Call him Mr.Vain Call him Mr.Raider call him Mr.wrong Call him Mr.vain He'd say: i know what i want And i want it now I want you cause i'm Mr.Vain I know what i want and i want it now I want you cause i'm Mr.Vain Call me Mr.Raider call me Mr.Wrong Call me insance call me Mr.Vain Call me what ya like As long as you call me time and again Fell the prensence of the aura Of the man none to compare Loveless dying For a just to touch a hand Or a moment to share Can't deny the urge thet makes them Want to lose themselves to the debonair one Hold me back the simple fact is That i'm all that and i'm always near One sexy can't perplex me now You know who'raw As if you didn't know before I know what I want and I want it now I want you then I want a little more Call him Mr.Raider call him Mr.Wrong Call him Mr.Vain Call him Mr.Raider call him Mr.wrong Call him Mr.vain He'd say: i know what i want And i want it now I want you cause i'm Mr.Vain I know what i want and i want it now I want you cause i'm Mr.Vain Girls are all over the world They hope and pray and die for men Like me cause i'm the one Begotten son that breaks the mold Get a look at male epitome Style has never seen That makes you want to grab and hold And squeeze real tight Whose gonna be the one to save You from yourself When you wanna take a bite Please oh baby please You beg you want to stay You got to get some caught Up in the charm that i laid on thick And now there's nowhere To run on the hook of my line Yeah i keep many females Longing for a chance to win my heart Whit sex and plenty

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