I can read people, yeah Blushing peccadillos, twisted bents, and buried fears Things I've been telling myself for years
I'm the dashboard hula girl of nodding self-deception Here's to never accepting slight adjustment or correction Here's to a doting mother's voice assisting me in every choice Saying, "Chorister, binman, or barrister? So lucky, son, to have you" Here's to walking in evеry room like ascending for an Oscar Kissing hands and shaking babies, Blackpool rock impostеr A cannon loosed, a golden goose Leo, sayer of the unsaid sooths I'll fix you with a cosmic stare I'll fix your life, go fix your hair, I dare you
Of course, I'll live to ninety-six and fix the welfare state I'll build a house with these two hands, my face above the gate I haven't paid for cabs or beers or met a cunt in twenty years Like all that outrun poverty, all I have was coming to me
Things I've been telling myself for years All of these things I've been telling myself for years Things I've been telling myself for yearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
