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I feel tight - I can't forget
His suck, suck, suckin on - his cigarette
this ain't right - I need something new
oh, I can feel it, and there's little that I can do

It threw me - but I can't step back
when I looked up - all I saw was a cadillac
I'm moving - I can take a hint
and after this is over, I'll tell you where I've been

people are people, but I'm not like him
I'm an outcast, no, I'm never drawn in
from steeple to steeple, as far as I can see
I'm reminded of conception and immortality

it threw me - now I know I'm fine
it didn't hurt me - just wasted my time
I'm trying - to get my senses back
and soon I'll be driving my own big cadillac

now I've been away so long
still these thoughts aren't gone
but when I see your smile
I feel that I could stay here for a while

© 1987 roy walter