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Joan Armatrading - Simon lyrics
He's from Ohio Lives with his mother He loves the woman Who loves his brother What can he do now As she walks across the floor Here comes his brother Walking sideways through the door Was the same at school He played the fool Or took a back seat While Simon ruled He played by himself a lot And people called him shy His mother said be more friendly And he would ask her why Has Simon got to be more friendly And do I have to be like him And mother said No son Gotta be yourself Be more like I tell you Be like me Be like I tell you Be like me Now when Kathleen Came on the scene He saw her first And then Simon spoke He took her to places That completely turned her head Gave her practical things Like diamonds for her neck Has Simon got to be so friendly Sometimes he makes me want to kill Look at 'em dancing While he's standing by the wall There's gonna be trouble When the time to leave is called And Simon won't be feeling friendly He'll be lying too close to the floor And mother said Oh son That's not like you You gotta be more like I tell you Be like me Be like I tell you Be like me |
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