You know I try to be good
You know I try to be kind
But they always accuse me
Of having other girls on my
mind
Even if it were true
I want it understood
Just because a man looks doesn't
mean he's up to no good
Vast stretches of broken heart
Misery in between
Miles and miles of sorrow
On this poor boy's dream
Every time I get a good thing
It never lasts too long
Every woman I meet
Well they always say I treat
them wrong
I'm gonna keep on looking
I know there's a woman somewhere
Who's going to treat me right
Show a little love and care
Smooth out my rough edges
You know I'm not that bad
Take me home baby, I'll be
the best dog you ever had
Marco Giunco |
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