No, I’m not that kind a man With the pocket full of money and gold But there’s something I got for you Just a little bit of love and a little kiss ‘fore I go
And I can’t help it no more We know that money won’t save our souls But you know I ain’t to blame ‘cause I’m not that loverboy
I am (not) the kindest of men I’m not good for anyone I got my ticket to go Yes, I’m always on the run But you know I’m not to blame ‘cause I’m not that loverboy
I was never trying to think that you could cry all over me I couldn’t get you the things But I could give you my soul But you know I ain’t to blame ‘cause I’m not that loverboy
END PART: The streets are empty But I know where you are Close to the center, yeah Close to the heart
Yes, the streets they are empty And I know it’s not far To go to the center Just to come to your heart, yeah
The streets are empty And it’s not very hard To find me a place To get into the dark To get into your heart
Alternative joke: The bottle is empty But I’m close to the bar And I run ‘cause you know No, I’m not your loverboy