Got a rich man's dream. Wanna swap my taxi on a limousine Wanna cash it in. Wanna give it all away
Got a poor man's needs. Beans in the bucket and love in the sheets And your sandy eyes. Making it all all right Something's calling on me...
And I don't know where I'm going I don't know where I'm going I got no place to be Honey, keep me company
Woke peacefully in a town somehow in New Jersey In my momma's arms, rocking to the radio
Now I sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building G Gotta lock the door. Gotta hide the key Oh, baby, I'm free...
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Now maybe one day I'll be a famous man with an LA tan A million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars Or maybe one day I'll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands And your sandy eyes making it all all right Making it all all right Making it all all rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
