Issue No 134 All By Myself Lyrics

Yeah,there it was with the cigarette,my wallet
You keep the beverage,but knowing me,I might be lucky
The brightest nails in the eyes of a thousand tales
Let's sweep and compete and to be friends
And right there I wasn't expecting her
...I'm just a poet ,or a lyricist
Nothing that can cross the mind of a young man
I once wanted to visit Wonderland
..and back to talk about this beauty
She married to a Rabin
This was often fragile,quite acoustic
If she was like my music,man,we would lock dancing
But we didn't know what we were doing
She said
Oh,but I still love it,oh,but I still love it
Oh,but I still love it,Oh but I still love it