Don't know what I'm doing here Got enough money for one more beer
Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Got one note to last all week The hill to happiness is far too steep
Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun Tried to smile and he bit his tongue
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
I don't want silver, I just want gold Bronze is for the sick and the old
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