Hey there now big shot well just listen to me I know the score and it's no great mystery I hear you talking and it's all been said But what I'm thinking
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Wonder if you belong, think you've got it down Does it still feel the same, now that he's not around Born to lose, Born to lose, make your mind up no
Gotta give you love oh cherry dance for me there's only you play the barrooms just for pennies Wish I wasn't just passing through Tell me your secrets
You knock me out you're like a well oiled Smith & Wesson Hot & Ready, ready to use Dressed to the nines, you know you don't look 15, there's no question
Just a kid with a crazy dream wants it all before he's seventeen Don't know where to begin With a wild thought he knows the fact, no no there's no looking
Who's taking time out, we'll take a shine out We're the boys we got nothing to lose I've had enough now of school and stuff now If you ain't with us
I've got to sympathize You run with all the rest You've kept on moving but never got the best And all our yesterdays go sailing out of view I know there
One more for the rodeo, an old-school '60s team A great new wide awakening spews out at the seams Laid out cold on the table, a sheet pulled over his
If I could see you would you still give me Just hold me tighter and love me maybe You'll be my thunder, I don't want saving You don't fool me, oh no
Hey there now big shot, well, just listen to me I know the score and it's no great mystery I hear you talking and it's all been said But what I'm thinking
Wonder if you belong Think you've got it down Does it still feel the same Now that he's not around? Born to lose, born to lose Make your mind up, no
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Just a kid with a crazy dream Wants it all before he's seventeen Don't know where to begin With a wild thought he knows the fact Whoa, whoa, there's
You knock me out, you're like a well oiled Smith and Wesson (Hot 'n' ready, ready to use) Dressed to the nines, you know you don't look 15, there's no
One more for the rodeo An old-school '60's team A great new wide awakening Spews out at the seams Laid out cold on the table A sheet pulled over his
I've got to sympathize, you run with all the rest You've kept on moving but never got the best And all our yesterdays go sailing out of view I hope there
