Every Picture Tells A Story - Rod Stewart, Ron Wood

    Spent some time feelin' inferior
    standing in front of my mirror
    Combed my hair in a thousand ways
    but I came out looking just the same

    Daddy said, "Son, you better see the world
    I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave
    But remember one thing don't lose your head
    to a woman that'll spend your bread"
    So I got out

    Paris was a place you could hide away
    if you felt you didn't fit in
    French police wouldn't give me no peace
    They claimed I was a nasty person
    Down along the Left Bank minding my own
    Was knocked down by a human stampede
    Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot
    when all I wanted was a cup of tea
    I was accused
    I moved on

    Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough
    of the things that keeps a young man alive
    My body stunk but I kept my funk
    at a time when I was right out of luck
    Getting desperate indeed I was
    Looking like a tourist attraction
    Oh my dear I better get out of here
    'for the Vatican don't give no sanction
    I wasn't ready for that, no no

    I moved right out east yeah!
    On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry
    sailing on my way back here
    I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
    by the light of an eastern moon
    Shangai Lil never used the pill
    She claimed that it just ain't natural
    She took me up on deck and bit my neck
    Oh people I was glad I found her
    Oh yeah I was glad I found her

    I firmly believe that I didn't need anyone but me
    I sincerely thought I was so complete
    Look how wrong you can be

    The women I've known I wouldn't let tie my shoe
    They wouldn't give you the time of day
    But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
    God I was glad I found her
    And if they had the words I could tell to you
    to help you on the way down the road
    I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
    'cause it's all been said before
    Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
    You didn't have to come here anyway
    So remember, every picture tells a story don't it
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