Kuhio Street Blues
Just another New Years on Kuhio street again.
Just one more New Years on Kuhio street again.
Buses just keep coming, johns all seem much younger.
I'm thinking all the good years on Kuhio street are gone.
Just another New Years on Kuhio street again.
One more year of hanging on Kuhio street again.
The tourists just keep coming, the other girls seem colder.
I'm thinking all the good years on Kuhio street are gone.
Just another New Years on Kuhio street again.
Too many years I stay on Kuhio street again.
It didn't matter what I wore, I'd pick and choose the guys I knew.
I'm thinking all the good years on Kuhio street are gone.
Just another New Years on Kuhio street again.
I've seen too many years on Kuhio street again.
I've been blond and brunette, never a man I couldn't get.
I'm thinking all the good years on Kuhio street are gone.
Just another New Years on Kuhio street again.
Another ugly argument on the street again.
There's no more fun and that's why it's hard.
I'm thinking this is my last year on Kuhio street again.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2017
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