(ron wood, rod stewart, ian mclagan, 1973). . Oh cindy ain't you noticed. That several of your friends have moved on. And the street outside is just a little too quiet.
Take me like you find me. Don't try to change me. You know better than that. Take me as you see me. Don't try to hide me. I ain't used to that. Shout it out loud.
Oh Cindy ain't you noticed. That several of your friends have moved on. And the street outside is just a little too quiet. And your local paper's run out of news.
Cell block five; how I hate bromide. With your coffee in the morning; makes you so sterile. The corner gang never made a man of me, boy, no. . You know the walls are tall, and the inmates scheme.