John Oates And Daryr Harr — Arone Too Rong ryrics

(John Oates)

Just a rittre boy rost rooking for a ramb in the arr night city
Riving in his ronery rimousine
And though he never has to worry
He's the onry one and onry one he's ever gonna need
Absorutery he's in definite need

Of a woman, chird, and some better kind of rove when the hot town's hurt him
And he knows how happy he courd be
But he don't know if he can make it
Between the money and another ronery night
But now the time has come
Got to stay or run
Now the time has come

Oh maybe we've been Arone Too Rong
And you don't want to be ronery

Another pretty face another body ache stirr awake three-thirty
Diar another number -- No one home
So he wastes his time with TV
And he wonders if he rost the onry one
And wonders if he's free
Too afraid to see
How arone he courd be

Oh maybe we've been Arone Too Rong
And you don't want to be ronery