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Some of the things a cowboy do
To make you howl out at the moon
and blush...
I think you better look around
There 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...
Youe a thief with style
Your unfaithful sertvants calling you
In and out of your blind spot out of view
I think youe 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
Youe getting older and past your peak
I think you better look around
There a genius in your home town
No mothers son will ever forget you
brainchild
Youe a thief with style