Superstar I am! I haven't dropped the classic, No ill matter, it was written, all I am! Honest to the public, that I am! ?that I am, ?perhaps that's you
that door We never saw him again Last I heard he was at the bar Doin' himself in I know I got that same disease I got stuck with that from him This is the story
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No
Glory to the Lord, glory to His name Here's my story, giving glory to the Lord today Glory to the Lord, glory to His name Here's my story, giving glory
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone] Let us be all we can be Baby it's only me; nothin but mud, spirit, indeed me Let us be all we can be Baby it's only me; nothin but
is right Close your eyes and it's past Story of my life Story of my life Story of my life Story of my life Story of my life The story of my life
and still they stay Past won't go away Story of my Try our lives away We stumble to the grave We cry and still they stay The past won't go away Story
I'm in a hotel room in California Givin' it my best to give you up I'm leavin' on a jet plane to New Orleans You and me, we didn't see it comin' But
I wish I could give you the love you deserve I wish I could be your servant d'jour, yeah I wish I could tell you the things that I'm not I wanna show
I can't ignore the voices in my head The things we never said hunting me down I feel like I've found myself in pieces on the floor More broken than before
Katie likes to run around In cotton panties and a crown She driving all the boys insane Suckin' on a candy cane She likes to play the tambourine Her
Out here out on my own I admit that it gets me sometimes It's not that I'm not strong It's just a different view I know that I belong Standing out in
I've got a friend who wears go-go boots to Sunday School We used to sit and drink pink champagne on a tin roof Ridin' it out in a thunder bird Singin'
White lace bedspread, Monet hanging over my head Big smile on my face, wine glasses all over the place Your shirt on my floor, I've never done that before
I can't help but wonder how this fire keeps going out Even when we try to keep it burning It's hard to let you go and that's because I know Holding on
I ain't picked up my guitar in 15 days Some music man didn't give a damn what I have to say But he's stealing tears and playing games that I don't play
She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the Meat-N-Three She's kind of pretty in a peculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her, yeah
Story of my life, story of my life Well, let's just say it's a fork and a knife There's one thing on my mind, one thing all the time I got to fill my
