Lyrics:
lady when I tell her
The I do indeed love to smell her
Sopping wet your pink umbrella
Do the dog with Isabella
I'm so in love yes with an artist
they won't tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not
I got a pretty new truck
Had some pretty good luck
And some pretty red wine I'm sippin'
Got a pretty guitar
With a white pick guard
And a pretty
do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her
Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me
rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends
I'm dyin' to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad
Let me guess, another album about, "Poor me
I'm so famous, it has ruined my rich little life
And I'm such a tortured artist, let me make music about
back for more
Oh, it's a mystery how you disappear
Like a shadow in the night
(Tell me I'm not dreamin')
Are you, oh baby, too good to be true?
fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let's be friends
I'm dyin' to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad
I'm told (She has never told)
Whoa
But where's my spark in the dark?
Glow glow glow see'mon glow
The funky pretty flame in my heart
Me and my
But you are my strange addiction
Bite my glass, set myself on fire
Can't you tell I'm crass?
Can't you tell I'm wired?
Tell me nothin' lasts
Like
but I'm gonna to tell you the truth
I've discovered my preaching is mostly about me
could always be good
To one who'll watch over me
Although she may not be
The girl some men think of
As pretty, to my heart
She carries the key
Won't you
know I could
Always be good
To one who'll watch over me
Although she may not be the girl
Some men think of
As pretty
To my heart
She carries
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too
you're the type for me
Hey pretty baby, you're the type for me
I'll be good to you, you'll be trusting me
[Chorus]
Hey pretty baby, sure look good
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case so buy me something to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
more for the road
I got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad, wish you'd make the music pretty and sad
Could tell
as me and it makes me cry
'Cause I remember you and I
Please don't tell me if it's true
Because I'm still in love with you
Pretty darlin' you my pretty
good
I take em to da hood
And have they ass go where its ain't
A hard rap artist
That hang wit sangazz
So don't think that this thang is hard
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with you?
Tell your mama and your papa I'm a little schoolboy too
Come on now pretty baby I just
a bad bitch
M-I-S,Miss
I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list
Them otha' artist, I keep em
Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me
Propofol, I know they hope I fall
But tell 'em winning is my motherfuckin' protocol
'Cause I score before I ever
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