Letra

He was a king 'til she laid waste Now he cannot fill up the space And I just see him driftin' While he's driftin' On Bourbon Alley, feelin' low Just because she let him go I don't think he even knows He'll never be fine And he's got a Head full of ideas Let me tell ya That you wouldn't believe And he's got Heart made of pure gold Somethin' else Many tricks up his sleeve You might think he's a jester Because he'll Make you laugh 'til you cry And what else Better come with your best If you test him Unless you're ready to die Wonder woman got rid of wonder man That man's not part of her wonder plan Letter to the so called better bet on my man Believe it you will find out babe, damn Head full of ideas Let me tell ya That you wouldn't believe And he's got Heart made of pure gold Somethin' else So many tricks up his sleeve You might think he's a jester Because he'll Make you laugh 'til you cry And what else Better come with your best If you test him Unless you're ready to die A million people come and go Through a person's ebb and flow And faces keep on changin' While they're changin' A certain few will stay intact When they're not they'll don an act I know this important fact Don't get confused like And he's got a Head full of ideas Let me tell ya That you wouldn't believe And he's got Heart made of pure gold Somethin' else Many tricks up his sleeve You might think he's a jester Because he'll Make you laugh 'til you cry And what else Better come with your best If you test him Unless you're ready to die First you love him Then you're loving him not All the while he just smiles Givin' all that he's got Do you find it in your heart to say He's not what you sought Do you want me to continue with this? What? Whoa, yeah Whoa, yeah Head full of ideas Let me tell ya That you wouldn't believe And he's got Heart made of pure gold Somethin' else So many tricks up his sleeve Sleeve Sleeve
Writer(s): Douglas Vincent Martinez, Nicholas Hexum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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