New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
It's a big old existential world
Made just for a boy and girl
It requires a thousand eyes
For hidden tears
Find a room that's furthest from the flames
With a view and a breeze that's cool
You make that cool your middle name
Kids like you
That's what I would do if I was kids like you
Every formula for your salvation
Is actin' on ya like a poison do
No one tells you what to do
Kids like you
You're a captive of your moods
Kids like you
You're gonna get the blues
Kids like you
Ya got no faith in the peace you seek
Or the pleasures that you pursue
Ya don't need faith with
Kids like you
Yeah, kids like you
Mmmm, kids like you
Yeah, kids like you
Kids like you