Loverboy
No, I’m not that kind a man
With the pocket full of money and gold
But there’s something I got for you
Just a little bit of love and a little kiss ‘fore I go
And I can’t help it no more
We know that money won’t save our souls
But you know I ain’t to blame
‘cause I’m not that loverboy
I am (not) the kindest of men
I’m not good for anyone
I got my ticket to go
Yes, I’m always on the run
But you know I’m not to blame
‘cause I’m not that loverboy
I was never trying to think
that you could cry all over me
I couldn’t get you the things
But I could give you my soul
But you know I ain’t to blame
‘cause I’m not that loverboy
END PART:
The streets are empty
But I know where you are
Close to the center, yeah
Close to the heart
Yes, the streets they are empty
And I know it’s not far
To go to the center
Just to come to your heart, yeah
The streets are empty
And it’s not very hard
To find me a place
To get into the dark
To get into your heart
Alternative joke:
The bottle is empty
But I’m close to the bar
And I run
‘cause you know
No, I’m not your loverboy
