Teach me, mother, how to build a house of love and trust on sex appeal
Let's gather all the clouds - I'll make them disappear
I'm selling cheapest sort of rock and roll to desperate boys and even lousier girls
I'm living honest life
I'll make you shout it out so clear. But then you say I must be something before I'm thirty
Well I've never been too scared I'm gonna die too early
I will never need you to hold my hand
You say I must be something before I'm thirty
Well I've never been too scared I'm gonna die too early
You love me like a son, but I don't think that you can understand