I’m All About You
I’d be sad to see your own hope dyin,
But you aint no Madonna of the Rocks,
Scared to leave home, but to me its not a shock.
Your lake street pride, it is quickly failing,
To tell me why I’d run to you alone,
Your only a dame that was blessed with out a home.
Lady, It just aint all about you, no,
Lady, take some time to think it through, no,
cause I spend half my life just trying to see you,
and I came across this city just to be with you,
No..
Although I am lost in your own show,
you truly are nothing but the same,
and you know I ain't no blouse or room to hide your shame.
It’s part of the tale that is truly frightening,
It’s this tumor of your life growing slow,
You mistake me for I am not too blind to know.