C. Brown wakes from bed Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school Out the door and down the street Down to the corner and a bus and some friends that he's supposed to meet But there, not to his surprise His friends have gone and they've told C a lie
But you can walk on with me You don't even need to say a word You don't have to worry about the others
I C (see) him and he runs up fast Kicks at the air his friends watch him fall and then laugh Charlie really likes his friends But in his heart he knows that sometimes a dog is as good as any man Trying to do as we should That doesn't always rhyme with doing what feels good
But you can sit in the grass; it feels good You don't even need to think a word You don't have to worry, don't worry
Charlie there is drawing a gun Right there in the square he's sketched Lucy on the run Aims his eye, cocks his head In a cloud of dust, dear old Lucy's gone Charlie's only trying the golden rule Draw unto others as they have been drawn to you
And you can walk on home with me You don't even need to think a word You don't have to worry...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
