What kind of man
Going back on the road
What kind of person
Of course we are all above
I heard her call my name
And then I turn away
Then I ran away
Some kind of people
Oh
You gotta butter up like a jerk
Watch out, babe
I’m gonna create a hell on Earth
I heard her call my name
But then I ran away
They are calling me the sane
Why don’t you look and find the wet book
Mercy on me baby
Hey
Have I got a reason?
Some kind of reason now
I’ve got a reason to cry
Yeah
Trade the fantasy for freedom
But deserve what you think is too strong
I’m going out of my mind
And gotta hurts deep inside
Yeah
Oh baby, I’m your baby
I said
Do you remember, baby
Such a long time ago
I said a daydream
Go so nurotic, come down like a waterfall
I had to love that sweet thing
But I can’t think you’ll save me
You seem about all there is baby
I’m a fool and I’m racing
Hey
I don’t know what it is
But I found it in the wet book
I must hold a pen
I got to stick it in the wet book
Stick it inside
Right on, right on, right on
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