| Day after day I change my colour
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| Forgot the shape of my family tree, yeah
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| Saw all my friends quickly getting old men
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| As I kept on rollin' and rockin' my life and my world
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| Night after night I’m feeling finer
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| Ladies and girls try to find my heart
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| Some give me love, some give me money
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| But nobody ever can hold me and make me her own
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| You may ask the women of my life
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| They will friendly smile at you
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| «Finding words for funny feelings is hard»
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| Will be all you got to hear
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| So fine, I’ll be mine, so glad, I’m ready for more
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| So fine, I’ll be mine, I’m ready for more
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| You can tell me I’m a gangster
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| You can tell me I’m a monk
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| If I could I would be honest
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| But I don’t think that I want
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| I’m a rockin' rollin' roller
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| I’m a boy and I’m a priest
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| I’m a sweet and longhaired nothing
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| But me too can be a beast
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| I’m just a rockin' rollin' roller
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| I’m a boy and I’m a priest
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| I’m a sweet and longhaired nothing
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| But I too can be a beast
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| You can tell me I’m just a gangster of love
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| You can tell me I’m only a punk
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| But, if I could I, I would be honest or get to be honest
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| And I don’t think, don’t think that I want to |