Can't Help
That's a style, my old friend
I used to kiss a plenty of women
But no woman ever was
Like her
I loved her in every way
She was living across the street
And she had me whenever she wants
Whenever she wants
Streets
Smog of the city
Weirds thoughts in her head
World
Neither good or evil
There's no place for new ideas
For us
People call me by my name
I'm answering in the good mood
Damn lies for naive
And I don't care
And I'm not afraid
I can't help to anyone of us
And I don't care for abominations of brawl
And the money which is something you can live without
And I don't care
And I'm not afraid
I also can't help
To anyone of us
That's a style, my old friend
I used to be with a plenty of women
But no woman ever was like her
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