Babyface

The things you sent me, well
I will send them away
The soul of a man is not something
That could be contained
But man, can I be solely ashamed
Of the things that I accepted, that I cannot change
La-oh, ch ch
La-oh, ch ch
Ooh oo-ooh
Ooh oo-ooh
Ooh oo-ooh
Ooh oo-ooh
Ah ah ah oh
Ooh oo-ooh
Ooh oo-ooh
Ooh oo-ooh
Ooh oo-ooh
Ah ah ah oh
Well there are cigarette burns and beer cans all over the floor
And no one wants to party here anymore
I guess I’ll see you on the other side of things
In my dreams where you are my bride and I am king
Well there is you and me
There is you and I
Our quiet dignity will
Keep us alive
And the camera focuses on those
Who will take our place
The young, the anxious, the nervous
The babyfaced