Conversation on a Barstool
Lyrics
I'm tired, so tired, I can hardly stand
I can't breathe in the air in this city tonight
It's taken everything I had to give
And now I just wanna get out of here
But I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy
But for forty-five dollars I can make it
You wait and see
But I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy
But for forty-five dollars I can make it
You wait and see
It's not as if I was just anybody
On Broadway I danced for that Senator
They know me in London and they know me in Paris
I'm only talkin' 'cause you looked like you needed a friend
And I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy
But with forty-five dollars
I'm half-way to Miami
Writer(s): David Evans, Paul David Hewson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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