Cookie - David A. Stewart

Something I don't wanna do But you make me Something I don't wanna see But I like it Something I don't wanna feel But you make me Something I don't wanna be But I like it Something I don't wanna do But you make me Something I don't wanna see But I like it Something I don't wanna feel But you make me Something I don't wanna be But I like it Oh, but I like it Something I don't wanna do No, no Something I don't wanna see But I like it Something I don't wanna feel No, no Something I don't wanna be But I like it Yeah is it something I hate no, no Instrumental Feeling in my mind Is wasted of time

Here you stand with tears in your eyes Crying into my arms Pleading with me to take you back Teasing me with your charms But you got a nerve to come 'round here After all you've said and done I thought I had seen everything Obviously, I was wrong 'Cause where were you when the sun went down Skies turned dark and gray? Where were you when the north winds blew Honey, tell me where were you? I heard you were living down in Brazil With them high class friends of mine I can't believe I was so naive Did I never once cross your mind? You told them all, I was down and out My existence you even denied Oh, what pleasure it gives me now To know that you're bleeding inside You were my life, you were my breath You were every move I ever made But recently my opinion's changed The joke's on you, I'm afraid 'Cause I have a woman so beautiful For you I could no longer wait Please go away, you may spoil everything Your love has turned up too late Go away, go away Please, please, go away I loved you once, I don't love you now Please, please, go away

As I was out walking on the corner one day I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor I guess he'd been there for a whole night or more He was only a hobo, but one more is gone Leaving nobody to carry it on Leaving nobody to sing his sad song Only a hobo, but one more is gone A blanket of newspaper covered his head The step was his pillow The street was his bed One look at his face Showed the hard road he'd come And a fistful of money Showed the coins that he'd bummed He was only a hobo, but one more is gone Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song Leavin' nobody to carry it on Only a hobo, but one more is gone Does it take much of a man To see a whole life go down To look on the world From a hole in the ground Too late for your future Like a horse that's gone lame To lie in the gutter And die with no name He was only a hobo, but one more is gone Leavin' nobody to sing his sad song Leavin' nobody to carry it on Only a hobo, but one more is gone