Bright Lights, Big City - Bill Wyman

Bright lights, big city

She’s gone to my baby’s head

Bright lights, big city

Gone to my baby’s head

I’d tried to tell the woman

But she doesn’t believe a word I said

That’s all right pretty baby

Gonna need my help some day

That’s all right pretty baby

Need my help some day

You’re gonna wish you listened

To some of those things I said

Go head on pretty baby

Now, honey knock yourself out

Go head on pretty baby

Honey knock yourself out

I tried to tell the woman

She don’t know what it’s all about

She don’t believe a word I said