Paroles de Life Story

I didn't have the money Or the clothing, or the manners, or the time To convince her or persuade her That all her parents gave her One way or another should be mine I lived at the bottom, of the hill And she lived at the top Moments some carried all the way down But nothing could make her stop All those who hid behind your glory Those fellows you'll never see They litter up your life story And it looking acting and sound like me In low light, she was uptight In the sun, she went away But I misplaced my rulebook So you can't judge the way I play Turn left in to this tree And then go straight to my head The saddest part of all I remember everything she said All those who hid behind your glory Those fellows you'll never see They litter up your life story And in looking act and sound, like me