Faces - That's All You Need Lyrics
(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)Sit right down if you can spare me a minute.I got a tale that's bound to break your heart.Concerns my brother who's thin and plays violin.Got it in his head that an IQ was all you needHe went his way, I couldn't discover mine.I didn't worry if I ever saw him again.He's made a profit while I don't even own a pocketand the last I heard he was sitting at the top of the tree.Late last night reading my Underground PressCame a knock on the door, thought it was the third world war.Lord above, I did not recognize him.I said,