Lyrical Nonsensical

I was just a poor boy and my story is seldom told. In my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me speaking words of wisdom, bend over and shake your tail feather, baby. Hello, it's me. I thought about us for a long, long time. Sometimes you wake up to find you are the eyes of the world. I am the entertainer. I've played all around the world and laid all kinds of girls - just b'cause I g-g-get around. I'm not trying to cause a big sensation. I'm just wondering why I have to steal my kisses from you? They call Alabama the Crimson Tide - call me Deacon Blue. The less I seek some source for a defnitive, the closer I am to fine. Sometimes it seems like such a hard life, but there are good times around the bend. The two of us wearing raincoats, standing solo, in the sun. We're on our way home. Red hair and black leather - my favorite color scheme. We all did feel the same way, we just saw it from a different point of view. I tell you one thing, you tell me another. We walk away maybe then shake hands.

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