Sing a song of sad young man. Glasses full of rye. All the news is bad again so. Kiss your dreams goodbye All the sad youngmen. Sitting in the bars. Knowing neon nights. Missing all the stars
wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. I don't want anyone to want to hold my hand. I don't wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. (All the sad youngmen). We're all beautful now like they
wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. I don't want anyone to want to hold my hand. I don't wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. (All the sad youngmen). We're all beautful now like they
