Текст песни Stewart Rod - True Blue
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Never met a millionaire,and tell you momma, I don`t care.Never gonna own a race-horseor a fast back mid-engine Porsche.Don`t think I`ll own a private jet,on the Stock Exchange I`m no threat.So won`t you help me make up my mind?Don`t you think I`d better get myself back home?Sittin` in the moonlight glow,excuse me if my feelings show.Watchin` all the trucks go by,dreamin` up an alibi.You see, back home I`m considered the fool,but maybe they`re right, I don`t know.So can`t you help make up my mind?Daddy says he`ll buy me carto drive, just as far as I need.He wants me back at any expense,he`s got a lot more money than sense.Funny but now that I`ve grownthey all wanna be concerned.Oh pleas, can you make up your mind?Don`t you think I`d better get myself back home?Just don`t know what to do.Maybe I`ll walk, maybe I`ll ride, maybe I`ll never ever decide.