You think we look pretty good together You think my shoes are made of leather But I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are
I didn't know my mama That she had a son like me, oh no, he baby I say I didn't know my mama, no, no I didn't know she had a son like me Oh baby, baby
Surrogate People they walk on by, they walk on by When they replace you They live your life, they live your life Surrogate People they walk on by, they
Say You?ve been waiting much too long now Don?t know when she?s coming home Say now You?ve been loyal true and faithful All this time of being alone
Just another pure heart A wide open mind Driftin' like a cork on a sea of dreams Playin' the school boy Makin' believe Dyin' to fill the shoes The really
(Peter Townshend) You think we look pretty good together? You think my jeans are made of leather? Well I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty
I traded fame for love Without a second thought It all became a silly game Some things cannot be bought Got exactly what I asked for Wanted it so badly
Faith, in your hands , lost it's meaning, to my surprise, Expectations turned out wry, it makes me doubt about The whole situation. I trust today, you
Brainiac with a zany act, cleptomaniac Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack Of indo, then climb through the window And eye the VCR and load it in
You think we look pretty good together You think my shoes are made of leather I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are high
Sam, you've been waitin' much too long now It looks like she's not comin' home Sam, you've been loyal, true and faithful All this time with bein' alone
You think we look pretty good together, You think my shoes are made of leather, But I'm a substitute for another guy, I look pretty tall but my heels
I was painfully aware, I was painfully unprepared So I did my best to make every thing right And I spent some time alone on the surface of the sun And
I can't believe the weather this year I don't think nature can be trusted anymore She's got a taste for human blood and misery She won't be happy till
The worst part of a photographic memory Is that you never know what's gonna take Your piece of mind I wanna drive down the 5 and spend some time in Mexico
I told you before I'm doing just fine (Anyone here?) Anyone here would leave here with me (Their hands around my neck) The clothes on my back are all