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Richard! 

Come on, open the door. 
Cause I'm standing here scratching in my pants pocket 
And standing here groping in my coat pocket 
And standing
Richard! 

Come on, open the door. 
Cause I'm standing here scratching in my pants pocket 
And standing here groping in my coat pocket 
And standing
fun

Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
Well it's early in the evening and everything is still
One more time, I'm walking up around
I was here when time began
I was in them all
A wicked one magician's hand
I'm what john had saw
I'm a thing that lives and breathers

With
When Karl Marx was a boy
He took a hard look around
He saw people were starving all over the place
While others were painting the town
The public
Pebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad “At the Beginning”
It feels like sloppy poetry the way her life would end
After sending Mariah Carrey’s “Any Time You
another girl
I'm sure she was a whore

You say she means nothing to you
Thus nothing to me
Excuse me while I get drunk
On too much bad t.v.

Sitting here
when we touched down
But I'm alright, I'll be alright.

New York's bakin' in the sun
Got the news it just made number one
Here we go for one more memory
When Karl Marx was a boy
He took a hard look around
He saw people were starving all over the place
While others were painting the town
The public
a start
All my friends from school
Introduce me to their spouses
While I'm left standing here
With my hands down the front of my trousers
I just don't
store for you at home 
In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change 
Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid 
For every pop star that
a start

All my friends from school
Introduce me to their spouses
While I'm left standing here
With my hands down the front of my trousers
I just
Fuck 'em! Yeah
This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez
I'mma tell you this
(Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely)
I'm still
influence is foolish, that was my views
I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain’t a star,
Your prairie dream
Your liberal heart
Your patient mind
Your father's arms

They just won't do
They just can't fit
It's them, not Marx
You can
anywhere
I ain't never going anywhere

I'm in heaven now, I can see you Richard
Goodbye Hollywood, goodbye Downey, hello Janis
Hello Dennis, Elvis
Words and music by randy owen, jeff cook, and richard scott
I got something cookin' and I'm boilin' way down deep.
While I'm hot and bothered why
here all of the day 
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go 
Football supporters taking the waters 
They're looking round for the twilight daughters
Chocolate-colored ladies making eyes through the smoke-pall
Soho (needless to say)
I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening
I've been here all of the day
I'm
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
pretty good
But it could get better than this

Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishing guides
And Richard
still projecting a you and a me

Yes it is true we?re just subsets of something
That?s so vast we can?t comprehend
But in the minutes I spend here
pretty good
But it could get better than this

Bill Mance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishin' guides
And Richard
café on the boulevard
Looking hunkered down blown around
I've forgotten what I'm out here for
I stood alone last night by the streetlight, aching for you