when Iâm drinking you go from prince to king
when Iâm steaming Iâm shouting your name out loud
the drink I think it goes to my head
âcause drops of it fall from my eyes
too many stories of Snow White and sweet Cinderella
have twisted my thinking, Iâve never been one of their kind
but youâd like me to be sweet ânâ small
but I swear like a soldier and Iâm miles too tall
donât waste your time
mmm, I may be a clown
one thing Iâve found
too many like me
believe all they read on those well-meaning knees
donât waste your time
I may be a clown
one thing Iâve found
too many like me
believe all they read on those well-meaning knees
last orderâs ringing, I throw myself down the stairs
this night air is colder than ice, but I really donât care
November chills canât freeze the heart
this girl
so Iâm going round your house now
gonna kick the door down
I feel like Robert Mitchum and Iâm
spinning you around
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- Live In Japan
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- Transatlantic Sessions
- Celtic Myst, Volume 3
- Dear John
- 38 Songs of Pure Attraction
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