"My Michelle" lyrics
"My Michelle"
(originally by Guns N' Roses)
Your daddy works in porno
Now that mommy's not around
She used to love her heroine
Now she's underground
So you stay out late at night
And you do your coke for free
Drivin' your friends crazy with your life's insanity
Well, well, well, you just can't tell
Well, well, well, my Michelle
Yeah
Sowin' all your wild oats
In another's luxury
Yesterday was Tuesday
Maybe Thursday you can sleep
School starts much too early
And this hotel wasn't free
So party 'til your connection, I'll return the keys
Well, well, well, you just can't tell
Well, well, well, my Michelle
Well, well, well, you just can't tell
Well, well, well, my Michelle
Everyone needs love
You know that it's true
Someday you'll find someone that'll fall in love with you
But, oh, the time it takes
When you're all alone
Someday you'll find someone that you can call your own
'Til then, you better
Go!
Now you're clean and so discreet
I won't say a word, oh shit
But most of all this song is true
Case you haven't heard
So c'mon and stop your cryin'
'Cause we both now money burns
Honey don't stop tryin' and you'll get what you deserve
Well, well, well, you just can't tell
Well, well, well, my Michelle
Well, well, well, you just can't tell
Well, well, well, my Michelle
My, my, my Michelle
My, my, my Michelle
My, my, my Michelle
My, my, my fuckin' Michelle
Oh shit
You could be mine
Writer(s): Izzy Stradlin, Steven Adler, Saul Hudson, Duff Rose McKagan, W. Axl Rose
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