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Correct Young Americans Lyrics
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David Bowie
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Correct Young Americans
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They pulled in just behind the fridge He lays her down, he frowns Gee my lifes a funny thing, am I still too young? He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night She wants the young american Young american, young american, she wants the young american All right She wants the young american Scanning life through the picture windows She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her ford mustang, but Heaven forbid, shell take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries where have all papas heroes gone? All night She wants the young american Young american, young american, she wants the young american All right She wants the young american All the way from washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more? All night He wants the young american Young american, young american, he wants the young american All right He wants the young american Do you remember, your president nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday Have you been an un-american? Just you and your idol singing falsetto bout Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the afro-sheeners Aint that close to love? Well, aint that poster love? Well, it aint that barbie doll Her hearts been broken just like you have And All night You want the young american Young american, young american, you want the young american All right You want the young american You aint a pimp and you aint a hustler A pimps got a cadi and a lady got a chrysler Blacks got respect, and whites got his soul train Mamas got cramps, and look at your hands ache I heard the news today, oh boy I got a suite and you got defeat Aint there a man you can say no more? And, aint there a woman I can sock on the jaw? And, aint there a child I can hold without judging? Aint there a pen that will write before they die? Aint you proud that youve still got faces? Aint there one damn song that can make me Break down and cry? All night I want the young american Young american, young american, I want the young american All right I want the young american Young american Young american, young american, I want the young american (I want with you, I want with you want) All right (you want it, I want you you, you want I, I want you want) Young american, young american, I want the young american (I want to want, to want, to want, to want I, I want you) All right (lord I wanted the young american) (young american) Young american, young american I want the young american Mmmmmm mmm
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