Well you tell me that your lover has a broken limb
Say your kinda restless now and it’s on account of him
Well I saw the msn of energy, yes the revolutions pride
He was eating up a lady where the lions and Christian’s fight
And there are no letters in your mailbox
There no grapes upon your vine
And there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore
And there no diamonds in the mine
Hey
Four o’clock in the afternoon
And I didn’t feel like very much
I said to myself, where are you boy
Where’s your famous golden touch
I thought you knew where all of
the elephants lie down
I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in ivory town
Just take a look at your body now
There’s nothing much to save
And a bitter voice in the mirror
Cries hey prince, you need a shave
Sitting, drinking, superficially thinking
About the rinsed out blonde on my left
She told me , later
She’s machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said my my
Like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead in my web
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