True Blue — текст песни (Stewart Rod)

Never met a millionaire,
and tell you momma, I don`t care.
Never gonna own a race-horse
or a fast back mid-engine Porsche.
Don`t think I`ll own a private jet,
on the Stock Exchange I`m no threat.
So won`t you help me make up my mind?
Don`t you think I`d better get myself back home?
Sittin` in the moonlight glow,
excuse me if my feelings show.
Watchin` all the trucks go by,
dreamin` up an alibi.
You see, back home I`m considered the fool,
but maybe they`re right, I don`t know.
So can`t you help make up my mind?
Daddy says he`ll buy me car
to drive, just as far as I need.
He wants me back at any expense,
he`s got a lot more money than sense.
Funny but now that I`ve grown
they all wanna be concerned.
Oh pleas, can you make up your mind?
Don`t you think I`d better get myself back home?
Just don`t know what to do.
Maybe I`ll walk, maybe I`ll ride, maybe I`ll never ever decide.