Left me broke 'n' busted
Without one thin dime
Wound up in the poorhouse
Via chasin your behind
I must have been a blind man
But now I can see
I finally broke the spell
You had hangin' over me
Now I'm fine
I'm really feelin' fine
Got to get myself together
And move it on down the line
Got gucci bags from Sak's Fifth Ave.
Gowns by Gaultier
Even hired a little french boy
To parlez vous your France
Took him to the riviera
Goin' topless without shame
Droppin' lotsa pills
And several well placed names
But not mine
No you won't be droppin' mine
See I'm gettin myself together
And movin' on down the line
Charge accounts and champagne bottles
Both you love to drain
Buyin Italian shoes and Bolivian cocaine
I read about your sexploits
In a scandal magazine
Saw your picture with some playboy
And a Dutchess in her teens
Ain't that a crime
I did my time
Me I got myself together
And I'm movin' on down the line
Me I got myself together
And I'm movin' on down the line
