Текстове на песни: Streets Of Rage. Me To Offer.

I wish that I could talk the way that they talk or give you those looks that have you begging for more
Oh, I'm sorry
But I have me to offer and that's all that I've got
I'm not part of the in crowd
I don't have tight jeans or band shirts
I'm just the boy who sits next to you on the bus
We trade glances
It's so easy to play up a conversation
But you will always sit over there
I wish that I could talk the way that you talk or give you those looks that have you begging for more
Oh, I'm sorry
But I have me to offer and that's all that I've got
I'm not part of the in crowd
I don't have tight jeans or band shirts
I'm just the boy who sits next to you on the bus (2x)
Without a number on your back, you're nothing but a 6-foot elitist who has nothing new to say
Without a number on your back you're nothing
I'm not part of the in crowd
I don't have tight jeans or band shirts
I'm just the boy who sits next to you on the bus (2x)