was i born to lose c'mon muthafucker pick and chose between win or lose baby shoes, high-heeled shoes interviews, or kangaroos skatin down fuckin avenues
in and out of Newcastle, Playing Rhythm and Blues They had nothing to lose They didn't need that tin-pan hassle Over the Reeperbahn where the beat was born
re so real (so special girl you're so special, special) Show me that I'm special, tell me boy {Pharrell:} Girl you know you are special I bet you were born
move where he wanna move up to You don't like how I'm livin... well fuck ohhh I stuck to what I was on... a star is born on a cusp Many angel's fell to
hymn, some distant choir sang And with other tourists I walked along to a Church as its bells rang Then I heard someone tell someone, "There's where Christ was born
For kings or for clerks Show me francs, or dollars, or yen I'll set up a game I know how it works Why was I born of a race That thinks only of rice
guys Hanging in and out of Newcastle Playing Rhythm and Blues had nothing to lose They didn't need no tin-pan hassle Over Reeperbahn where the beat was born
You, me, and all the kings and queens Buried in the junkyard, And every time the herald Cherub sings We rattle with the car parts I was born to lie here
in a streetlight She refused to give her name And a ring of violet bruises They were pinned upon her arm Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led
like I'd learned a brand new word I once thought I'd seen everything but till I met you I was blind And I wonder now was I even born at the time At
Bohemienne No one knows where my story begins Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends Bohemienne, bohemienne Come tomorrow, I'll wander again Bohemienne
paralyzed in a streetlight She refused to give her name And a ring of violet bruises They were pinned upon her arm Two hundred francs for sanctuary
not forget Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite For there's life in the old world yet! There'll always be an England (oh yes there will), An Ireland and a France
beach and loves to honky tonk But the place that I call home Is where I never have to feel alone It's the place where I was raised and I was born And
can talk this shit I'm in the game, even when they're kicking it, a hustler Hitting the big time with mental stamina, with karma spread from the south of france
I was born in France, called the "Maid of Orleans" Led by the voices of the Saints I went to the Court dressed in men's clothes To save my people from
You're a superstar in France You've got everything I want You've got all those quirky girls I was born to change the station Pretty soon the dream is
the Pulitzer prize But it's a terrible pity Because they're in for a bitter surprise And their stories all follow one line Like his Like his Like mine Born
