Verse Number One:
You were living….steady…..with a big movie star…..
Had the best of “who’s who”…..drove a Mercedes car…
With all that money and fame….he never offered you his name…
But I love you darling….to me you’re a Saint….
Verse Number Two:
I don’t live on the highest knob hill in town….
This house is small…and its some what run down….
But I’m not looking yet…for a Hollywood address…..
On the backstreets of Heaven….I’ll be someday I guess….
THE CHORUS:
This backstreet of Heaven…with you is Heavenly….
No the neighbors won’t be talking….nobody’s fixing blame…
For you leaving your big star….and leaving luxury….
For this backstreet Heaven….and a poor boy like me….
Verse Number Three:
Loving you special….is my claim to fame….
On a backstreet in Heaven…I offered you my name….
Not I’m Heaven bound…on a new avenue…
And the backstreets of Heaven…are heaven with you….
THE CHORUS:
This backstreet of Heaven…with you is Heavenly….
No the neighbors won’t be talking….nobody’s fixing blame…
For you leaving your big star….and leaving luxury….
For this backstreet Heaven….and a poor boy like me….
TAG: For this backstreet Heaven & a poor boy like me….
© Robert Metzgar (ASCAP) Aim High Music/Universal Music Publishing (ASCAP)
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Lyrics submitted by Robert.