.From a child, he was golden.
Now he's a man,
Whose looks were stolen
From some glossy page,
Promising dreams of pure caviar>
Started out, wouldn't listen.
His mother tired,
Father reasoned 'bout painted on smiles,
Reel you in slowly to steal your place.
Chorus.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔