From a begging man   To your father's friend   And that cop who pulled me over on Beverly Grand   I've had a famous man   On his fire escape   And countless dinner dates      And a warm bed, well that's something   But that alone just ain't enough   So I roll on, roll on      But it's just no fun   When your heart belongs to a son of a gun      A shooting rifle, a firing range   I'm pistol-whipped, I'll never be the same   But I love him, yes I do   And he's gonna do what he's gonna do   So I roll on, roll on      When I knocked you down, you called my bluff    You pushed me over, fair enough    In high schools, hospitals, on holidays    I've seen your face in every goddamn state    My overdose, it was almost too late    You said it aged you when you saw my face       And a warm bed, well that was something    And history’s horse keeps on thumping    And it rolls on, rolls on       But it’s just no fun    When you hate the person you’ve become       Bitter, lonely, and isolated, before I know it I’ll be an old maid       But I love love, yes I do    Even when its weight cripples you    It rolls on, rolls on       I never loved that other man    He’s a fairy tale that I can’t have    And now I know how a fairy tale feels    You wanna marry me, you say that I’m the real deal       And I just don’t know how I got stuck    Guess there’s muscle memory for love    And if you try hard enough    You might once again call my bluff    Or you can roll on, roll on       But it’s just no fun   When your happiness is on the run    Jumping hurdles in life’s 10k,    It’s a marathon and love’s too late       But a warm bed is as good as it gets    Let’s settle down and have a couple of kids    And do like your parents did,    Or we can roll on, roll on, roll on