Every Picture Tells a Story Rod Stewart

[Verse 1]
Spent some time feelin' inferior
Standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
But I came out looking just the same
Daddy said, "Son, you better see the world
I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave
But remember one thing don't lose your head
To a woman that'll spend your bread"
So I got out, woo

[Verse 2]
Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed I was a nasty person
Down along the Left Bank minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot
When all I wanted was a cup of tea
I was accused, woo
I moved on

[Verse 3]
Down in Rome, I wasn't getting enough
Of the things that keep a young man alive
My body stunk but I kept my funk, woo
At a time when I was right out of luck
Getting desperate, indeed I was, yeah
Looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear, I better get out of here
'fore the Vatican don't give no sanction
I wasn't ready for that, no no