I been shot up and shipped down,. I've been turned away and turned around,. Nobody to call my own,. In this mean old world alone,. Many, many nights I cried,.
Say what's wrong my longtime friend,. something's bothering you.. Tell me what the problem is,. I'll see what I can do.. There's the times we disagree,.
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You were the girl that laughed when I tried. You were the one that smiled when I sighed. You didn't like my style or my songs. Now tables-turn and ya find you were wrong.
Don't sit and wait. Don't sit and dream. Put on a smile. Go find a scene. I'm sure you'd meet. Someone who would really love you. . Don't sit and hope.
The mayor hides the crime rate. council woman hesitates. Public gets irate but forget the vote date. Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, it's raining.
The mayor hides the crime rate. council woman hesitates. Public gets irate but forget the vote date. Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, it's raining.
The mayor hides the crime rate. council woman hesitates. Public gets irate but forget the vote date. Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, it's raining.
Sugar man, won't you hurry. Cause I'm tired of these scenes. For a blue coin won't you bring back. All those colors to my dreams. . Silver magic ships you carry.
Street boy. You've been out too long. Street boy. Ain't you got enough sense to go home. Street boy. You're gonna end up alone. You need some love and understanding.
Baby I ain't joking. And it's not what I'm smoking. I really think you're nice. Don't think I'm kidding. And don't think that I'm bidding. If silver words are your price.
The generals hate holidays. Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away. Another storefront church is opened. Sea of neon lights. A boxer his shadow fights.
The moon is hanging in the purple sky. The baby's sleeping while its mother sighs. Talking 'bout the rich folks. Rich folks have the same jokes. And they park in basic places..
My pocket don't drive me fast. My mother treats me slow. My statue's got a concrete heart. But you're the coldest bitch I know. . In the factory that you call your mind.
And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold. And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told. And you live in the past or a dream that you're in.
Now you sit there thinking feeling insecure. The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure. Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall.
It started out with butterflies. On a velvet afternoon. With flashing eyes and promises. Caught and held too soon. In a place called Ixea. With it's pumpkin oval moon.
Going down a dirty inner city side road. I plotted. Madness passed me by, she smiled hi. I nodded. Looked up as the sky began to cry. She shot it.. . Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn.
And I'll forget about the girl that said no. Then I'll tell who I want where to go. And I'll forget about your lies and deceit. And your attempts to be so discreet.