Gold it's cold. Diamonds are dead. A limo it's just a car. Don't pretend. Feel what is real. That's it.
She called me up, late that night
She said, "Joe, don't come over,
My Dad and I just had a fight
And he stormed out the door!
I've never seen him act this way,
My God, he's goin' crazy
He said he's gonna make you pay
For what we done--he's got a GUN!
So run, Joey run, Joey run!

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