New York Dolls - Private World Lyrics
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Private World
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What Are The Lyrics For Private World By New York Dolls?
(Break-down)
Private World Private World Well I just lost a lover, who done found somebody else I get cool and lonely, feelin' sorry for myself Private World Private World Oh you call that drivin' then see us dream How could it last, I'm tryin' hard not to scream Private World Private World The joint start shakin', it's ready to crumble The boys are dukin', lookin' for a rumble Private World Private World One that is movin', at least I'm movin' (Better shut that door) Private World, Private Girl, Private World (Better keep it confidential) Private World Private World Oh, you know I want some money, she replies When uptown comes downtown, better take her for a ride Private World Private World How many called, called my name I'm tryin' to explain, that I'm not the same In a Private World In a Private World Well I just lost a lover, who done found somebody else I get cool and lonely, feelin' sorry for myself In a Private World In a Private World One that is movin', at least I'm movin' (Shut that door) Private World, Private Girl, Private World (Better keep it confidential) You got to keep it confidential You got to keep it confidential When I says hush Child don't you cry I'm beggin' you hush And dry those tears from your eyes You gotta hush Dontcha know you gotta hush (Oh, alright) |
Who Wrote Private World By New York Dolls?
Arthur Kane, David Johansen
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