Album Cover Middle of the Road

Middle of the Road

Pretenders

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The middle of the road is trying to find me

I′m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me

Well, I got a smile for everyone I meetAs long as you don't try dragging my bay

Or dropping the bomb on my street

Now come on, baby

Get in the road

Oh, come on now

In the middle of the road, yeah

In the middle of the road you see the darndest things

Like fat guys driving ′round in jeeps through the city

Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits

Past corrugated tin shacks full up with kids

And man, I don't mean a Hampstead nursery

But when you own a big chunk of the bloody Third World

The babies just come with the scenery

Now come on, baby

Get in the road

Come on now

In the middle of the road, yeah

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The middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac

I can't get from the cab to the curb

Without some little jerk on my back

Don′t harass me, can′t you tell

I'm going home, I′m tired as hell

I'm not the cat I used to be

I got a kid, I′m thirty-three, baby

Get in the road

Come on now

In the middle of the road, yeah