Lyrics:
Baby, you just a teaser, why I'm sick in love with you?
I can see you don't mean me no good, baby, by the things that you say and do.
You makes me
people, and it's all for the good
I influenced so many children, I never thought that I would
And I couldn't take credit for the love they get
Because it
and my heart's inspiration
You're all I've got to get me by
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
Without you baby, what good am I?
I never had much
Goodman, my good man, goodbye
Seems like every year people like
You come waltzin' by
Drift in and outa here, like a butterfly
I've seen 'em come and go
Hangin' around by the monument, dancin' to the radio
You got a memory even shorter than your dress
But there's nothin' that you don't know
[Chorus]
make me spell it out for you
You keep on asking me the same questions (why?)
And second guessing all my intentions
Should know by the way I use my
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
love Scott, you love the Kid Cudi
I ain't no fucking slouch, show you what I'm 'bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings
the hill
I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville
A Cadillac arollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin' about ninety-five
She's
the grain
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I
knows, just along for the ride
You think you're a survivor
But boy, you better think twice
No one rides for nothin'
So, step up and pay the price
It's
waitin' for so long
For somethin' to arrive
For love to come along
Now our dreams are comin' true
Through the good times and the bad
Yeah, I'll be standin'
We were children who played
On the backstreets of border towns
And we dreamed of the day when we might run away
To where the good life was found
went runnin' from me
I guess, I really should have seen it comin'
I'll always die by my own hand
Girl, I don't blame you for nothin'
I'll always
the blood of Jesus
Not for the good that I have done
Nothin but the blood of Jesus
Oh precious is the flow
That can make me white as snow
No other fount I
where she was sent by her Uncle Sam
The Native American Indians, The
Blacks, the yellow, the white
All shed red blood for the stars and stripes
And in her
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some
for money
You dive down, now you're caught in the commotion
All this and you traded in for nothin'
A cheap lie you put it in your pocket
All this,
Gettin' stupid ... crooked feet
A pinball on ... Scott Walker Street
Gettin' stupid ... in a bar
Not goin' home ... til the band plays "Superstar"
hold on to each other
Time will tell if you're right or wrong
We know we're right by holdin' on
And the future is set for you and me
Filled with
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real
Through the good times and the bad
Yeah, I'll be standin' there by you, oh
And baby, you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
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