But maybe you'll be there Each time I see a crowd of people Just like a fool I stop and stare It's really not the proper thing to do I go out walking after midnight Along the lonely thoroughfare It's not the time or place To look for you You said your

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down

Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

To me, to me Sooner or later it all comes around Hopefully then I will see After the people and places are gone You will come back, you will come back to me You will come back to me Woman help me, you turn my head in circles Mama blessed me with magnet

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

I'll be thinking about you baby Here's to the good life or so they say All those parties and games that all those people play They tell me this is the place to be All those beautiful people and nothing to see Sometimes I feel like something is gone here

Motherfucker, I'm gone Motherfucker you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focusing on what I'm giving back Man, make better music Fuck preaching on top of the mountain, people can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth, just don't

Well I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do Stop the world 'cause I wanna, get off, with you Stop the world 'cause I wanna, get off, with you. Open Sesame. (We've places to go) We've people to see. (Let's put 'em on hold) There's all sorts of

Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse And a fine coal miner for the NCB that was A fallen angel and Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had

Hey you've got to hide your love away Here I stand head in hand Turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can see them laugh at me And I hear them say