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Why can·t I lay low
Why can·t I say what I mean
Why don·t I stay home
And get myself into some boring routine
Why can·t I calm down
Why is it always a fight
I can·t get unwound
Why do I throw myself into the night
I·m on the outside
I don·t fit into the groove
Now I ain·t a bad guy
So tell me what am I trying to prove
Why can·t I cool out
Why don·t I button my lip
Why do I lash out
Why is it I always shoot from the hip
I cruise for Houston to Canal street
A misfit and a rebel
I see the winos talking to themselves
And I can understand
Why is it everytime I go out
I always seem to get in trouble
I guess I made an impression on somebody
North of Hester and south of Grand
And so in my small way
I·m a big man on Mulberry street
I don·t mean all day
Only at night when I·m light on my feet
What else have I got
That I·d be trying to hide
Maybe a blind spot
I haven·t seen from the sensitive side
But you know in my own heart
I·m a big man on Mulberry street
I play the whole part
I leave a big tip with every receipt
I·m so romantic
I·m such a passionate man
Sometimes I panic
What if nobody fïnds out who I am
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14.12.2006, 13:21 de ionel coscondel