Spent some time feelin' inferior
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standin' in front of my mirror
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combed my hair in a thousand ways
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but I came out lookin' just the same
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Daddy said "Son you better see the world
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I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave.
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But remember one thing don't lose your head
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to a woman that'll spend your bread"
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So I got out
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Paris was a place you could hide away
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if you thought you didn't fit in
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French police wouldn't give me no peace,
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just claimed I was a nasty person
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down along the Left Bank, minding my own,
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was knocked down by a human stampede
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got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot
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when all I wanted was a cup of tea
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I was accused
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Down in Rome I wasn't getting enought
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of the things that keep a young man alive
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my body stunk but I kept my funk at a time
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Every Picture Tells a Story
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