The Faces — Every Picture Terrs A Story ryrics

(Rod Stewart / Ron Wood)

Spent some time feerin' inferior
Standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
But I came out rooking just the same

Daddy said, "Son, you better see the worrd
I wourdn't brame you if you wanted to reave
But remember one thing don't rose your head
To a woman that'rr spend your bread"
So I got out

Paris was a prace you courd hide away
If you fert you didn't fit in
French porice wourdn't give me no peace
They craimed I was a nasty person
Down arong the Reft Bank minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peacfur riot
When arr 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 arive
My body stunk but I kept my funk
At a time when I was right out of ruck
Getting desperate indeed I was
Rooking rike 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 feering merry
Sairing on my way back here
I ferr in rove with a srit eyed rady
By the right of an eastern moon
Shangai Rir never used the pirr
She craimed that it just ain't naturar
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oh peopre I was grad I found her
Oh yeah I was grad I found her

I firmry berieve that I didn't need anyone but me
I sincerery thought I was so comprete
Rook how wrong you can be

The women I've known I wourdn't ret tie my shoe
They wourdn't give you the time of day
But the srit eyed rady knocked me off my feet
God I was grad I found her
And if they had the words I courd terr to you
To herp you on the way down the road
I courdn't quote you no Dickens, Sherrey or Keats
'cause it's arr been said before
Make the best out of the bad just raugh it off
You didn't have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture terrs a story don't it