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Well monday morning had me down by tuesday evening i'd come around Friday found me singing on the stage well i don't mind working late it keeps the beans on my plate if it weren't for singing, I might be in the cage now i got me a basement with a view and i can sleep till 1/2 past two some folks call me lazy some call me brave but it don't matter anyway we do our own things day to day i just ain't no one else's slave and all the while the world turns with petty talk and lame concerns and arguments over what you should believe and all the while the world burns it's clear as day, but nobody learns cause no one wants a cure for this disease now i see women everywhere on the street and on the stair sometimes it's so hard to keep my cool platinum blondes who've gone brunette and some who ain't decided yet Letras de cancionesLord sometimes they make me feel just like a fool! i know girls with strange tattoos and i know girls who like their booze and i know girls who don't do nothing but cry i know girls with plastic faces their picture's on their pillowcases i know girls who live to love and lie and everytime i turn around another grave is in the ground they're selling all kinds of crap on my TV and everytime I turn around someone says they think the've found the answer to some old forgotten mystery now outside the apartment gates there's vanity on license plates and a dozen differnt kinds of coffee shops i go walking down that avenue same as them, same as you difference is my feet don't ever stop! now i know married girls who cheat they say their lives are incomplete and i know girls who say they've been betrayed i know some girls who speak of fate and they don't ever hesitate they say: life is made of moments, being made but come midnight it's all the same it melts into a picture frame and suddenly everythigns so clear the night is cool, the moon is tame and there's nothing but some crazy dame it's always these damn women that keep me here wintertimes, my favorite time i get to see old friends of mine everybody's running from the cold but i know someday it'll all be gone when youth decides to pass me on and time decides to turn my body old but i'll always love that cheap perfume messin' with my afternoons and all those pretty women passing by we all sing the same old tune like the locals in the loud saloon just doing what were doing till we die From Letras Mania