You have travelled many places and been with lots of women
And you don’t know this but they have given you a reputation
I can tell you that you didn’t get any points for discretion
- You pick them up at bars and use them as fuel for your engine
You’re an only-child, gypsy king, a “soon to be everything”
From your throne you sit pointing at the world with a zip gun
Under an autumn setting sun burning, bloody, crimson
- You have a good eye and you are aiming for the left wing
And people want to get used by you, they know you aint cruel
They have heard you speaking at parties about love and youth
They have looked you in the eye, believed it as the truth
- But you always save your own ass first, that’s your only rule
And one day I'll read in the papers that you married some young heiress
SvarSletThat at last love apparently, finally had decided to come your way
I hope she's everything and more cause you know what they say
- I doesn't really matter anyway when all you want is to be famous
eller "they say it doesn't really matter all you want is to be famous"
SvarSletDen her burde vi næsten lave melodi til snart, mens den stadig er aktuel:)
SvarSletenig! er i fuld gang! :D elsker at du skriver imens den stadig er aktuel. so true
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