Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't ya gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're livin' in the city Got to get a grip If you think I'm vain, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be a fat city You gotta live large, gotta

But you try, don't you? You try, don't you? Just wanna die, don't you, when she runs? You can't make a woman sleep alone You can't tell her nothing she don't know Take a year and go back home Where the wind comes sweeping through the plains You ain't

We're all just victims of a crime I'm missing you And some say this can't be real And I've lost my power to feel tonight When all's gone and can't be regained We can't seem to shelter the pain inside We've all been victims of a crime House full of roses

It's all in you But we can't judge and play the game No way open up your eyes All is to be me Got to run the day And see that all is to be me Stop looking away And see that all is new to me

Nadine, honey is that you? Honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you Seems like every time I catch up with you You are up to something new As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat, I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street, I

And now that you're gone And I can't go on Just wanna be with you I just wanna be with you (be with you) I got to be with you some how Monday night I feel so low I count the hours, they go so slow I know the sound of your voice Can save my soul

Where you gonna run to Downpresser man All along that day You drink your big champagne and laugh I wouldn't like to be a flea Under your collar man You can run but you can't hide Beggin' to hide you All along that day

When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Every time I think about it, I

You never look at me now, You never look me in the face, I'm a bad motherfucker who lives it everyday I am in a living hell, makes me wonder if I'm alive Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why I shove and I pull away from the things That I call you

You're so supreme Lyrics that I write of you Scheme, just for a sight of you And I dream Both day and night of you And what good does it do In 1929, I sold short In London, I'm presented at court But you've got me down hearted,