There will never be Another one like you There will never be Another one who can Do the things you do, Oh Will you give another chance? Will you try
Poor Otis dead and gone Left me here to sing his song Pretty little girl with the red dress on Poor Otis dead and gone Back down, turn around slowly
a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy
All right Wild child full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face Natural child, terrible child Not your mother's or your father's child Your
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon now Touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she
Wishful crystal Water covers everything in blue Cooling water Wishful sinful Our love is beautiful to see I know where I would like to be Right back
Tell all the people that you see Follow me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Set them free Follow me down You tell them they don't have
place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy
place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
dozen black roses I pose with babies breath Be afraid a place where magic is made I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades I'm creepin over
black roses I pose with babies breath be afraid a place where magic is made I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades I'm creepin over the
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water And maybe I'
to bow Here comes swifty, they're off To chase another headline But all the news gets soft Before it makes the deadline The morning paper hits my door
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe I'm
inside the eyes of Vader Couldn't comprehend the force that I bring I'm like Rocky Marciano when he walk in the ring A stork in the ring you cowards soundin' soft
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe i'm
bow Here comes Swifty, they're off To chase another headline But all the news gets soft Before it makes the deadline The morning paper hits my door