He was thinking like a mad man
He was jealous on his own
And the sooner he figures
That he wonīt be going home
They left him the front key
Post it in when you go
Gave that man one more chance
To prove that thereīs no more
I have told you lifeīs a worry and itīs true
Your so serious so what is it with you
There never has been
So many rules crossed out in one
You can tell it to yourself
When your the only one having fun
You remember the difference
Your held together my son
And the subtle seggestions
Dropped by everyone
Itīs a good song for someone
Now whoīs that going to be
My appetite for soul tonight
Is begging down on me
If it rolls then it rocks
And if you donīt push them it stops
If you see the people shouting out
Your allowed to shout out too
I wouldnīt ask if you knew
Heīs not that sure of his charm
One more taste canīt be a waste
Not where this oneīs from
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