The wild one

when i was young i chased all the ladies -

i would make them laugh , and make them cry -

i could make them believe that i loved them-

and then tell them it was all a lie 

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i would kiss them on the lips O so softly -

that would make their hearts skip a beat -

i would hold them and squeeze them  O so tight-

and nearly sweep them of their feet -

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becouse i was a wild one -

just out for some real fun-

what people say never bothered me -

and i don´t care what i have done 

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they try to tame me -

but they´re wasting their time -

so go and live your own lives.

becouse i am going to live mine 

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some people call me the fool.

while some call me the charmer -

some call me a dreamer-

i don´t know which one  i would  rather -

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but it really doesn´t matter anyway -

because this is my way of fun -

doesn´t matter what you call me -

i would still rather se the wild one 

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so now you have herd my story -

and you can make up your own mind -

was i right to live my life my way -

or was i realy unkind

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but now i am an old man -

and my days of chasing are gone -

i would never change a single thing -

because i will always be the wid one

writen 

by 

paul o carroll