There's something about the way you walk. There's something about the way you bitch and you nag. And you talk, yeah you talk too much. . There's something about you that makes me.
I'll do my time and I won't argue. A broken glass, a portrait of you. I play on keys of barely in tune. Forget the reasons, I won't resume. . It's not me who wanted fame.
Give me a break from your taking your take. Come on and give me a break, what do you want from me?. Feeding the rich with that son of a bitch. Well that son of a bitch he looks just like me.