| From begging men | |
| To your father's friend | |
| To that cop who pulled me over on Beverly Glen | |
| I've had a famous man | |
| On his fire escape | |
| And countless dinner dates | |
| And a warm bed, well that's something | |
| But that alone just ain't enough | |
| So I roll on, roll on | |
| But it's just no fun | |
| When your heart belongs to a son of a gun | |
| A shooting rifle, a firing range | |
| I'm pistol-whipped, I'll never be the same | |
| But I love him, yes I do | |
| And he's gonna do what he's gonna do | |
| He'll roll on, roll on | |
| When I knocked you down, you called my bluff | |
| You pushed me over, fair enough | |
| In high schools, hospitals, on holidays | |
| I've seen your face in every goddamn state | |
| My overdose, you were almost too late | |
| You said it aged you when you saw my face | |
| And a warm bed, well that was something | |
| And history's horse keeps on thumping | |
| And it rolls on, rolls on | |
| And it's just no fun | |
| When you hate the person that you've become | |
| Bitter, lonely, and isolated, before I know it I'll be an old maid | |
| But I love love, yes I do | |
| Even when its weight cripples you | |
| It rolls on, rolls on | |
| I never loved that other man | |
| He's a fairy tale that I can't have | |
| Now I know how a fairy tale feels | |
| You wanna marry me, you say that I'm the real deal | |
| And I just don't know how I got stuck | |
| Guess there's muscle memory for love | |
| And if you try hard enough | |
| You might once again call my bluff | |
| Or you can roll on, roll on | |
| But it's just no fun | |
| When your happiness is on the run | |
| Jumping hurdles in life's 10k, | |
| It's a marathon and love's too late | |
| But a warm bed is as good as it gets | |
| Let's settle down and have a couple of kids | |
| And do like your parents did, | |
| Or we can roll on, roll on, roll on |
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