McDonald
He wants to write words down
On pieces of paper
Recording them now
And recalling them later
It remains a mystery
The pages of history
Outlasted the pa**ing
Of things that were dear to me
Those wonderful children
With bright shining faces
They waltzed in the halls
And they marched in their places
The darlings of dancing
And spinning, and reeling
Look into their eyes
To see what they're feeling
It's almost too much for him
Bearing the cross he's carrying
It's almost too much for him
Wearing the face he's wearing
Why don't you change your style ?
Why don't you change your style ?
Why don't you change your style ?
He wants to find men
Who can love for no reason
Who open their hearts
To life of all seasons
But they've all gone, it seems
Off in their limousines—
I want to live where men
Can believe their dreams
It's almost too much for him
Bearing this cross I'm carrying
It's almost too much for him
Wearing this face I'm wearing
Why don't you change your style ?
Think I'll change my style
Why don't you change your style ?
Think I'll change my style
Why don't you change your style ?
Change
Why don't you change your style ?
Change...