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I searched for you a long time ago
But never found you
Now look at me...
You want to come with me
And be happy with me
Now look at me...
I was a bit crazy guy
Playing in Bilbao
As you can see.
And now I have a fortune
And the critics overwhelm me
Now look at me...
Do I seem more handsome now?
Do I no longer smell like tobacco?
Now look at me...
Today I drive a red Porsche
I live well, and work little
What does it matter.
And now that I have your love
I prefer the one from rock'n'roll
Now look at me...
I could never imagine
That I could forget
About you.
And I've changed your bad ways
For my faithful Stratocaster
It's over.