Life Story

I didn't have the money

Or the clothing, or the manners, or the time

To convince her or persuade her

That all her parents gave her

One way or another should be mine

I lived at the bottom, of the hill

And she lived at the top

Moments some carried all the way down

But nothing could make her stop

All those who hid behind your glory

Those fellows you'll never see

They litter up your life story

And it looking acting and sound like me

In low light, she was uptight

In the sun, she went away

But I misplaced my rulebook

So you can't judge the way I play

Turn left in to this tree

And then go straight to my head

The saddest part of all

I remember everything she said

All those who hid behind your glory

Those fellows you'll never see

They litter up your life story

And in looking act and sound, like me