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Skid Row

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 20.08.2012

Well not long ago I was a happy man
Money in my pocket with a ring on my hand
My money's all gone and I'm feelin' low
Standin' on the corner of Skid Row

I got an old John B. with the band wore through
A great big hole in my blue suede shoe
My wine's all gone and I need some more
Standin' on the corner of Skid Row

Well people walk by me they stop and stare
They giggle and snicker at the clothes I wear
It's just another day like it always goes
When you're hangin' around on Skid Row

Well my girl friend left me she don't want me no more
We had a great big fight just a night before
She said I got no class because she knows
I've been hangin' around on Skid Row

Well people walk by me they stop and stare
They giggle and snicker at the clothes I wear
It's just another day like it always goes
When you're hangin' around on Skid Row

Well people walk by and they stop and stare
They giggle and they stickle at the clothes I wear
It's just another day like it always goes
When you're hangin' around on Skid Row


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