Testo Little Things

Once upon a time I was champion of the worldA regular celebrity in case you hadn't heardConstantly surrounded by packs of screaming girlsMade the scene in magazines all around the worldThey would wait for hours just to shake my handI'd duck out the back in a secret unmarked vanOnce upon a time I was Emperor of RomeI had a funny name and the city-state was homeThere's a lot to do when you're Emperor of RomeLike engineering aqueducts and building modern roadsLike racing hotrod chariots inside the hippodromeLike persecuting Christians, listen to them moanI bet you believe everything you hearDon't believe everythingIt's the cat scratch and the brown hairIt's the cotton shirt on you thinking chairI don't want everythingJust the little thingsOnce upon a time I was ornery as hellI didn't talk to people who didn't know me wellI didn't talk to people whose names I couldn't spellI didn't talk to people whose records didn't sellBut I don't know a soul whose records did sellSo I spent a lot of time in meetings with myselfNow I talk in circles so no one understandsThe nature of my comprehensive, long range plans-----------------------------------Besucht mich auch unter http://www.planetmork.de oder Bob unter http://www.bobhillman.net