I was just an only child of the universe, and then I found you, and then I found you. You are the sun and I am just the planet, spinning around you, spinning around you. Now I'm too good to be true, gold-plated, but what's inside you, but what's inside you? I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you, but not as much as I do, as much as I do. Yeah, cause you're the last of a dying breed, running leaves in the wet concrete. I wonder if the therapist knows everything about me. I'm here in search of your glory, there's been a million before me, that ultra kind of love you'll never walk away from. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. Go slow, yeah, take your time, never, never, never wanna call your line. Yeah, yeah, last of a real one, yeah, yeah, baby, can't feel some. In the pool like a spaceship, still looking at you. And I learn to have patience, damn, it's nice, baby, come just waitin'. And my feelings are so pure, when you put me in the mood. Baby, got to spend my time. Cause you're the last of a dying breed, running leaves in the wet concrete. I wonder if the therapist knows everything about me. I'm here in search of your glory, there's been a million before me, that ultra kind of love you'll never walk away from. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. I make heart, I sacrifice, I break my neck for you, I die. For you, I die. Roll over, I'm a puppy dog, but I treasure you, it's all I've got. It's all I've got. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Jealous and overspend on me, I try to escape, but it gets to me, and I'm holding on, there's no way that I can make it through. Cause you're the last of a dying breed, running leaves in the wet concrete. I wonder if the therapist knows everything about me. I'm here in search of your glory, there's been a million before me, that ultra kind of love you'll never walk away from. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones. You're just the last of the real ones.