Brainchild
Some of the things a cowboy do
To make you howl out at the moon
and blush...
I think you磀 better look around
There磗 a genius in every town
Keep your ear down to the grown
No mothers son will ever forget it
Brainchild - you stole away my life
for a while
Stole away my life
Stole away my time
Stole away...
You磖e a thief with style
Your unfaithful sertvants calling you
In and out of your blind spot out of view
I think you磀e better turn a leaf
The poet is the only thief
What Patti says Patti does
No mothers son will let you forget it
Brainchild
Style - meticulous and gaunt
Style - articulate!
Style - preoccupation
Great lost albums no outtakes
You磖e getting older and past your peak
I think you better look around
There磗 a genius in your home town
No mothers son will ever forget you
brainchild
You磖e a thief with style
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