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 wouldnt blame you if you wanted to leave.
But remember one thing dont lose your head
To a woman thatll spend your bread
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
If you thought you didnt fit in
French police wouldnt 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 wasnt 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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