Torn between acting like Otis and feeling
like Curtis. See, I paid when due. Still the tide rolls away as i watch. I stay
but want to move on up. Off balance from the blow. I guess these are the breaks
you get after a long trip. Like Trip Lee I claim sweet victory.
My eyes have seen the glory but I am
settling for the glare. A peasant amongst kings, chained, and subdued, scouting
for girls fair. One will do, because this ain’t a love song and far from
sublime. It seems I’m just here doing time.
Standing out from the crowd dancing on my
own to songs I don’t play or like. But my m.o. is not standing out and when I
learn how to tango i’ll cash in. No one can rob me of my base. I’ll move easy.
Rock with her by my side, sing loud, dance proud somewhere on the face of this
earth. Wind and fire will fuel and ignite my passion as I sing for better days.
In my neck of the woods it’s always late
September. The door’s always open during Indian summer. Where I take off my
headdress and put my head to rest on her shoulder. Like Paul, I’m forever young
wherever I hang my hat that’s my home. For now, I’m in Alphaville; a place
unknown to me, paying bills like Jay-z I got 99 problems but don’t feel bad for
me, son.
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