Here is a rich boy, a bit of a brat
To
I don't know much about love, people
But I sure think
Turn it all on, turn it all on
Night after night
Are
I've woken up on mornings such as this
And thought exactly
Look at the love, look at the tears
Look at the
[Instrumental]
I don't know too much about love, people,
But I sure
Well I'm going down
Down, down, down, down, down
I'm going down
Down,
(Over here)
Let me love you baby,
You're drivin' my poor heart
Throw my ticket out the window, throw my suitcase out
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