If only I'd have listened to all of my closest friends. and knew that it was over and the party had to end. If only I'd have noticed the sadness in her eyes.
I remember when you were only 17. You were the finest girl that my eyes had ever seen. I guess you found it hard to simply just ignore. This scruffy beat up working class teenage troubadour.
Call the girls and dress up fine. Tonight I felt like suicide. Roll them dice and pour the wine. Shuffle them cards and deal them fine. Got nobody to kiss tonight.
A friend of mine called up said "I finally had some luck. Could I have a minute of your time. I met a girl last night and try as I might. I can't get her off of my mind.
Papa, Why Do You Play. All The Same Old Songs. Why Do You Sing. With The Melody. . Cause Down On The Street. Somethings Goin' On. There'S A New Beat. And A Brand New Song.
It was one Saturday night in June now I clearly remember. I seen this whore that I met in December. The bitch didn't wanna give me no play. But she heard us at the concert the other day.