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Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow I feel they're safer where they are. Well some people in bound infatuation While some others spell depression as the law Someone's mother getting no imagination So beware then, baby, sin is at everyone's door. Don't be the man I know with no expressions lord Ain't got none at all Pity the man I know with no expressions lord Ain't got none at all But you'll never, no you'll never see this man laughing Come to think of it, I've never seen this man cry But you might by sitting quietly hear him singing By and by, he'll stop and sigh, his voice will even start to speak and he will say goodbye. Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow I feel they're safer where they are From Letras Mania