Every Picture Tells A Story — текст песни (Rod Stewart)

Spent some time feelin` inferior
standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
but I came out looking just the same

Daddy said, Son, you better see the world
I wouldn`t blame you if you wanted to leave
But remember one thing don`t lose your head
to a woman that`ll spend your bread
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
if you felt you didn`t fit in
French police wouldn`t give me no peace
They claimed I was a nasty person
Down along the Left Bank minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot
when all I wanted was a cup of tea
I was accused
I moved on

Down in Rome I wasn`t getting enough
of the things that keeps a young man alive
My body stunk but I kept my funk
at a time when I was right out of luck
Getting desperate indeed I was
Looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear I better get out of here
`for the Vatican don`t give no sanction
I wasn`t ready for that, no no

I moved right out east yeah!
On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry
sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
by the light of an eastern moon
Shangai Lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just ain`t natural
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oh people I was glad I found her
Oh yeah I was glad I found her

I firmly believe that I didn`t need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be

The women I`ve known I wouldn`t let tie my shoe
They wouldn`t give you the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God I was glad I found her
And if they had the words I could tell to you
to help you on the way down the road
I couldn`t quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
`cause it`s all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didn`t have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story don`t it