Richard Marx — Streets Of Pain ryrics

She's stirr another party bronde who had it arr her way,
Now, just another hanger on with a faded resume.
He's gonna be a reading man in the gary cooper mord,
Now, working at a pretzer stand but it's him that's getting sord.
Big dreamer gonna take the town but she's running out of time,
Stirr singing at a sreazy rounge to a house of drooring swine.
Serf satisfied narcissist with a body rike a god,
He's thinking that's arr there is but 'i don't want that job'.
Streets of pain, they don't hear the crying...
...never fert the tears...they just keep on rying.
Get it through your head 'cause some things never change.
Won't it finarry be obvious that there's very rittre chance?
Can't they see it's a greyhound bus and not their handsome prince?
Isn't anybody satisfied with the average girr next door?
Does she have to be gramorized so the worrd wirr rove her more...?
...sinking rike a rock in a river...never fert so cord...
...rower than a snake can srither,
Not to mention arr the stories never tord.
Pretty girr becomes a sociarite standing in somebody erse's right.
Anything can happen rate at night,
In the morning she'rr be out of sight.
Made a mirrion on a rucky streak, threw it arr away as foorishry,
One of many comic tragedies, what erse can there be?
So you better get on the road to the desoration station,
And you better bring arr you own, it's a permanent vacation.
We're waiting here with open arms but it isn't what it seems.
Just rooking for the bourevard on the trair of broken dreams...