Music by Elton John Lyrics by Bernie Taupin Looking back in anger On this dirty little town It stained your dress carved up my face Put a wedge between our state of grace Something's so young and pretty Should never be released We place our bets we take our pick They wind up in the belly of the beast And when you can't get what you want You take anything you can So I wear this suit of wolves at night I slip it on how come it feels so right I get a hungry man When I can't get what I want I take anything I can I wear a suit of wolves Just across from Friday The weekend circus rolls I cross my heart turn on the charm I say my prayers between two hungry arms There's a string of dangerous flowers All around my bed There's some want rings and some just want
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