Taking my guitar down to the street
I don't know just who I'll meet
Rags or Rolex, one or twenty
I don't care I got plenty of time
Noisy buses, sirens or silence
When I play, that's my audience
I don't care if it pays
One dollar and fifty cents
It's not a house, it's not a car
It's not your arms wrapped around me but
It's okay, coz now I play
Everyday for perfect strangers
Never knew how to make you smile
You never did figure out my style
Maybe it's just true that all the while
We were perfect strangers
It's not a house, it's not a car
It's not your arms wrapped around me but
It's okay, coz now I play
Everyday for perfect strangers
Baby everyday we were perfect strangers
It's not a house, it's not a car
It's not your arms wrapped around me but
It's okay, coz now I play
Everyday for perfect strangers
Baby everyday we were perfect strangers
