k**ers - The Ballad Of Michael Valentine lyrics

Michael plays with stars (Oh oh oh) Soul sister, Won't you take a ride In his car Late to call When you are Late to be all Baby, baby, Don't be so shy Rock children, Hold your heads up high In the night While I try, to tell the Ballad of Valentine (You got it bad but you know it's true) I caught up with a friend in Dallas, We took a trip to New Orleans The black-eyed ladies Won't say they're sorry We finally caught a train to Memphis Where everybody talks the same Those blue suede babys Oh no, My name? And I said Hold tight, Can't you see that it's hurting me? But I've got the burn! Like more than Brando Michael Valentine can't we unite? We ended up in North Dakota Although my heart said Mexico My Mona Kila' O-on to Soho With your new suit and Your black tie (New Suit, Black Tie) Hold on a gentleman should live a proper life I went to the right And I caught your eye Shut your mouth, and wave goodbye Ain't gonna let you rain on this parade And I said Hold tight, Can't you see that it's hurting me? But I've got the burn! Like more than Brando A straight face with misery Toni-i-ight And I will fly high When I say it ain't cold no more But I've got the burns Like more than Brando Walking forward to the sun And I've got a coat-tail left and right Well, uh-oh I know he's gonna be there tonight