Johnny Thunders - Lonely Planet Boy Lyrics
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Lonely Planet Boy
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What Are The Lyrics For Lonely Planet Boy By Johnny Thunders?
It's hard,
It's so hard And it's a lonely planet joy When the song from from the other boys That's when I'm a lonely planet boy And I'm tryin', Baby for your love Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Oh, you pick me up Your outta drivin' in your car When I tell you where I'm goin You're always tellin' me it's to far But how could you be drivin' Down by my home When ya know, I ain't got one And I'm, I'm so all alone Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Oh it's a lonely planet joy When the song from your other boys That's when I'm a lonely planet boy And I'm tryin', I'm cryin', Baby for your love Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Oh, It's so lonely Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Oh can't you hear me callin' I'm a thousand miles away And I don't want to stay I'm thinkin' words I gotta say Cause I want to be there witcha And I know what to bring I remember, from the days You got over, everythin' Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Oh it's a lonely planet joy When the song from your other boys That's when I'm a lonely planet boy And I'm tryin', I'm cryin', Can't ya see I'm dyin' Baby, for your love Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Now you are lonely |
Who Wrote Lonely Planet Boy By Johnny Thunders?
David Johansen
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What's The Duration Of The Lonely Planet Boy By Johnny Thunders?The duration of Lonely Planet Boy is 1:38 minutes and seconds. |
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