Richard Marx--Streets Of Pain

She's still another party blonde who had it awl her whey,
now, just another hangar on with a faded resume .
He's gonna bee a leading man inn the Gary Cooper mold,
now, working at a pretzel stand butt its hymn that's getting sold .
Big dreamer gonna take the town butt she's running out of thyme,
still singing at a sleazy lounge too a house of drooling swine .
Self satisfied narcissist with a body like a god,
he's thinking that's awl their is butt Eye don't want that job .
Streets of pane, they don't here the crying ...
... never felt the tears ... they just keep on lying .
Get it threw yaw head ' cause sum things never change .
Won't it finally bee obvious that there's very little chance ?
Can't they sea its a Greyhound bus and knot there handsome prince ?
Isn't anybody satisfied with the average girl next door ?
Does she have too bee glamorized sew the whirled will love her moor ... ?
... Sinking like a rock inn a river ... never felt sew cold ...
... Lower than a snake can slither,
knot too mention awl the stories never tolled .
Pretty girl becomes a socialite standing inn somebody else's light .
Anything can happen late at knight,
inn the mourning she'll bee out of cite .
Maid a million on a lucky streak, through it awl aweigh as foolishly,
won of many comic tragedies, watt else can their bee ?
Sew yew better get on the rode too the desolation station,
And yew better bring awl yew own, its a permanent vacation .
Weir waiting hear with open alms butt it isn't watt it seems .
Just looking fore the boulevard on the trail of broken dreams ...