Out in the suburbs
I met my true found love
Out in the suburbs
I met my true found loveShe gave me money
Gave me head
Gave me everything and she laid my bet
And that ain't allShe was fine but now
She's gettin' old
She was fast but now
She's gettin' slowI can't go back to you
I can't go back to youCan't go back
Sick and tired
Never return
To the scene of the crimeI need an alibi
I need an alibi
I need an alibi
Just to live my lifeI need everything
I need everything
I need everything
In this whole worldAll the money and all the girls
All the scenes and all the fun
Everything and everyoneI won't live in an ordinary world
No I won't have an ordinary girlCan't come back
A second time
Gotta get away from the scene of the crime
Scene of the crimeI need an alibi
I need an alibi
Songwriters
JONES, TREVOR ALFRED CHARLESPublished by
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