Store bought clothes fallin'
'part at the seams.
Tealeaf readin' gypsies fortune
tellin' my dreams.
No more, No more.
No more, No more.
Holiday Inn lock the door with
a chain.
You love 'em and you hate
it but to me they're all the same.
No more, No more.
No more, No more.
No more, No more.
Baby I'm a dreamer, found my horse and carriage.
Stalemate jailbait ladies can't
refuse.
You love 'em then you leave
'em with your sold out reviews.
No more, No more.
No more, No more.
Sweet talkin' bar room ladies
disease,
Slippin' with her lips slidin'
down your knees.
No more, No more.
No more, No more.
No more, No more.
Me and my screamer bound to
a wife in marriage.
Baby I'm a dreamer found my
horse and carriage.
Ladies hold the aces while
my lovers call it passion.
The men call it pleasure but
to me it's old fashioned.
Times they're a changin' nothing
ever stands still.
If I don't stop changin' I'll
be writin' my will.
It's the same old story never
get a second chance,
For a dance to the top of
the hill.
Baby I'm a dreamer found my
horse and carriage.
Marco Giunco |
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