Standin' 'round in a crowded room Face is here bring me back to you Leavin' town slips into my head again My friends say stay but I wanna go There's people
Hey perfect ten Did you stop to check him out? Hey perfect ten Did you leave him any doubt? You know you're on your way You can feel it in your bones
Thinking back to better days Where the wrongs and the rights have faded gray If I've told you once you've told me twice How when love of both can turn
I, I saw you I couldn't think of what to say So, I stumbled to the bar And I just froze when I saw your face I didn't know just what to say to you And
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me I didn't miss anything travelin' around in your head You know my legs are tired, of runnin' the maze you've planned So
Everyone wants to be a small town boy With big town dreams in a small town world So I express your fears to a fresh pair of ears And I'll tell you once
Isn't it funny how the roads just pass us by? Isn't it crazy how we never get it right? Time is wasted on money and money wasted on lust Treat her like
A hundred tires piled high Atomic neighbors to the sky Pieces of metal, bits and scraps A hundred tires, you talkin' crap A hundred tires, don't talk
The half life of my life is, no life at all To wit Success has fit me like a shroud Oh you fox What mistief are you up to know All we had to do was take
She's so self conscious that she hurts He thinks rock is king it's everything Standing closely always they must touch They have sex straight And call
Push on through dawn (I was adored once too) Push on through dawn (I was adored once too) Push on through dawn (I was adored once too) Push on through
Oh, God, sunshine I can read your mind Don't waste your time Looking for what you will never find Throughing good times after bad goodbye Sunshine call
Now dig this, you tickle me Some things I should never see My funk teacher, he told me I can't get off of the E Getting off the Brillo hunt, what you
Talk it to death Is your hair the right red, is it? (Oh) Confidence girl Paint it, imagine what could be Stain it, a tree in make believe Drape it,
I want to be a stripper, some girls are born to dance I'd glissade and tour jete, pirouette and releve Please mister, just give me a chance I want to
wander back to memphis wander back to lille wander back to what's his name the memory of him still wander back to brooklyn wander back to spain wonder
Voices will be quiet still, I hear their echo land Pink drinks, Alice should sink, but no, oh, oh, oh Always leavin' a poolroom, a bar, a girl Lost for
He looks sick He is sick Woah Home tonies and highballs I'm happy to be sad He looks dead He is dead Woah You're not the hero That fuck couldn't see