Neal Gladstone Lyrics

© 1985 © Neal Gladstone
: You know it's hard to imagine; That a girl like you; Could want a bad baby boy like me; Yes it's hard to imagine; Such a thing could ever be, yes indeed; You're the top of the rock,; The toast of the town; The peach at the top of the tree; Yes it's hard to imagine; For a bad baby boy like me; You know it's hard to imagine; That my luck would change; Just when things was looking bleak; It's hard to imagine; We was dancing cheek to cheek; (so to speak); You're the top of the rock,; The toast of the town; The smile on the bride-to-be; Yes, it's hard to imagine; For a bad baby boy like me; I used to be bad, I used to get mad,; I used to burn constantly; But I didn't know; Life could be so lovely; Now I'm cooling down,; Now that I found; Heaven was made for two; And I've got a feeling; That my bad baby days are through; You know it's hard to remember; What my life was like; Before I gazed into your eyes; Yes, it's hard to remember; When I ever felt so high, my oh my; You're the top of the rock,; The toast of the town,; The sweet in the harmony; Yes it's hard to remember; For a bad baby boy like me
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