I go through the strangest kind of changes Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues And would you believe it I'm so urban My suburban friends d...
I go through the strangest kind of changes Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues And would you believe it I'm so urban My suburban friends don't know my bag of blues I'm up in the morning on the corner so siditty That you'd hardly know it's me And late in the evening when I'm mellow There's my fellow with the world for me to see It's a world full of cocktails at nine And dinners and wine very late shows And where the crowd goes I'm a girl with a world of her owna queen on her throne Till everything's gone and then I wake up to find that I'm a stranger In a world where I have never before I look for my man who held my hand But now I know that he'll be coming back no more I'm telling you 'bout this bag of blues Paid a whole lotta dues baby Gonna change my way of livin' talkin' bags of blues Mister don't you see I'm paying dues Gonna change me some shoes baby Walkin' in a daze to my apartment where I'll grab another wink And doze on the sofa 'til eleven then get up and pour myself another drink While back at the party I'll be hardy while I'm waitin' for some better news But now in the meantime I'll just sit right here and cool it We're gonna cool it now and listen to the rhythm Ahmad's blues
writers: JAMAL, AHMAD
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