| Its hard to be a Saint in the City. | |
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Plo Koon - Student  |
...well i had skin like leather and the diamon-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but i burst like a Supernova
Well i walked like a brando right into the sun and danced just like a Casanova. Well with my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet. Silver star studs on my duds like a harley in heat when i bop down the street i can hear its heart beat and all the women fell back and said "dont that man look pretty?"the cripple on the corners cries out"nickels for your pity" and the gasoline boys they sure talk gritty Its Hard To be A Saint in the City! _______________ Free Tibet! Click this link,and learn Here too |
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