That's not the way, that's not the way of the world Late night creeper with a Saturday Night, Saturday Night Special After some poor storekeeper, you
on life Girl, be waiting, be anticipating For that new love to come along And one broken heart, you'll survive So sad, you lived for and now you're dying for
two or three times in your daddy's pocket I'm gonna break that rich-bitch thing with you Oh, Jessica, you're a lady If it takes all night you're gonna
saved my life and I was suddenly free I don't know how you came like an archangel But now it's just you and me I was running scared for much too long '
why And when I finally climbed down off your shelf You blamed everyone except yourself Old gangsters never die Old gangsters never die They just fade into the night
more but I go on Living other people's lives and drifting in and out Of bed with lawyers' wives And all the time I know just what I'm looking for 'Cause
She remembers the night they first were alone When he took her home and he said, "I need you, won't you stay?" And all through the night his eyes had
I was lost on a winding road I thought that life had nothing left to give Then you came and showed me that just to live Was the greatest gift of all?
Turn up your radio and put your ear to the sweet, sweet music And take your baby and hold her in your arms And hear the music go "Ooh ooh" And if you
You were hungry for the lights, You spent your nights with socialites You're a million-dollar baby with the million dollar blues And the only gave your