Okay, I could live without it Were you ever my age? No, I doubt it. A native American feather
Degenerates look better in leather Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up! Trippin' out is fun on the weekend But you don't feel as young with a girlfriend I'm bored trying to deal with your ego Play it like that and it will though Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow, blow, blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up! Blow it up!
Writer(s): Justin Hayward Young, Peter Robertson, Arni Arnason, Freddie Cowan
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