| Jumat, 05 September 2008 |
| 10cc - 18 Carat Man Of Means |
I won`t bend over or lick your paws
You got me red, I`ll get me black
My tar town checks come bouncin` back
He wears my suit to make a good impression
He didn`t come here for no mad concession
Don`t rip me off
`Cause I`m a
Blue chip (Long hair)
Gilted (Weirdo)
Carte blanche, bona fide
18 carat man of means
My joint account goes up in smoke
Your drinkin` scotch, I`m drinkin` coke
Man, he`s gonna be a star
Stick with him babe and you`ll go far
I`ve said so baby, what you want of me
I`m already signed up to NSB
They`re alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They`re alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They`re alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They`re alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You laughed at me when I was down
You thought our Harry would devalue the pound
Worn out with you, yeh and I saw red
You`re holding my hand, but you shake my head
You`re alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You`re alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You`re alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You`re alright
Yeh, yeh, yehLabel: Lyric |
posted by Make Some Better @ Jumat, September 05, 2008   |
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