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Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Stimme und Gesang
Maggie Bell
Maggie Bell
Stimme und Gesang
Ron Wood
Ron Wood
E-Gitarre
Ian McLagan
Ian McLagan
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Kenney Jones
Kenney Jones
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Long John Baldry
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Martin Quittenton
Martin Quittenton
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Mick Waller
Mick Waller
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Pete Sears
Pete Sears
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Ronnie Lane
Ronnie Lane
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Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
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Ron Wood
Ron Wood
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Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
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Mike Bobak
Mike Bobak
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Spent some time feeling inferior Standing in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways But I came out looking just the same Daddy said, son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave But remember one thing, don't lose your head To a woman that'll spend your bread So I got out, whoo Paris was a place you could hide away If you felt you didn't fit in The French police wouldn't give me no peace They claimed I was a nasty person Down along the Left Bank, minding my own, whoo Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot When all I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused, whoo I moved on Down in Rome, I wasn't getting enough Of the things that keep a young man alive My body stunk, but I kept my funk, whoo At a time when I was right outta luck Getting desperate, indeed I was, yeah Looking like a tourist attraction Oh my dear, I better get out of here For the Vatican don't give no sanction I wasn't ready for that, no, no I moved right out east, yeah Listen, on the Peeking ferry, I was feelin merry Sailing on my way back here I fell in love with a slit-eyed lady By the light of an eastern moon Shanghai Lil never used the pill She claimed that it just ain't natural She took me up on deck and bit my neck Oh, people, I was glad I found her Oh, yes I was glad I found her, woo-hoo Wait a minute I firmly believed that I Didn't need anyone but me I sincerely thought I was so complete Look how wrong you can be The women I've known I wouldn't let tie my shoe They wouldn't give you the time of day But the slit-eyed lady knocked me off my feet God, I was glad I found her And if they had the words I could tell to you To help you on the way down the road I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats 'Cause it's all been said before Make the best out of the bad, just laugh it off, ha You didn't have to come here anyway So remember, every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it, whoo Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it, whoo Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it, whoo Every picture tells a story, don't it, whoo Every picture tells a story, don't it, whoo Every picture tells a story, don't it, whoo Every picture tells a story, don't it, whoo Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it Every picture tells a story, don't it
Writer(s): Rod Stewart, Ronald David Wood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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