has nothing for me, Fake friends, false sex, no money Whoa, I'm starting over He said this ship is sailing, and I am done explaining Don't break my
call me Your Highness So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to I keep my friends around so I have
to his mind and blew it 'Cause some times I lose it, give me a gun and I'll abuse it Puffing with my family, my bitch, my money or my music Making killas
back and we're gonna be fine 'Cause this ol' country can survive, America can survive I had a good friend in New York City Never called Hank, he called me hillbilly My
calmer Watch as the days become longer, line up the chips and place all your bets dem Dressed up and looking so fancy, High times so good and so plenty So
her the queen of the land And her, it hair hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band I took a stroll down Broadway Meaning not long for
In these days of changing ways So called liberated days A story comes to mind of a friend of mine Georgie boy, was gay I guess Nothin' more or nothin
sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends
(Rod Stewart) In these days of changing ways so called liberated days a story comes to mind of a friend of mine Georgie boy was gay I guess nothin'
: (Rod Stewart) In these days of changing ways so called liberated days a story comes to mind of a friend of mine Georgie boy was gay I guess nothin