Every Picture Tells A Story

Spent some time feelin' inferior

Standin' in front of my mirror

Combed my hair in a thousand ways

But i came out lookin' just the same

Daddy said "son you better see the world

I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave.

But remember one thing don't lose your head

To a woman that'll spend your bread"

So i got out



Paris was a place you could hide away

If you thought you didn't fit in

French police wouldn't give me no peace,

Just claimed i was a nasty person

Down along the left bank, minding my own,

Was knocked down by a human stampede

Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot

When all i wanted was a cup of tea

I was accused



Down in rome i wasn't getting enought

Of the things that keep a young man alive

My body stunk but i kept my funk at a time


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