Company — текст песни (Dean Friedman)

Words by stuffy shmitt

Music by dean friedman





Got a rich mans dream. wanna swap my taxi on a limousine.

Wanna cash it in. wanna give it all away.



Got a poor mans needs. beans in the bucket and love in the sheets.

And your sandy eyes. making it all all right.

Somethings calling on me...



And I dont know where Im going.

I dont know where Im going.

I got no place to be.

Honey, keep me company.



Woke peacefully in a town somehow in new jersey.

In my mommas arms, rocking to the radio.



Now I sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building g.

Gotta lock the door. gotta hide the key.

Oh, baby, Im free...



And I dont know where Im going.

I dont know where Im going.

I got no place to be.

Honey, keep me company.



Now maybe one day Ill be a famous man with an la tan,

A million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars.

Or maybe one day Ill be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands.

And your sandy eyes making it all all right.

Making it all all right.

Making it all all right.