Cut off your nose despite your friends Breathing holes that will never end and Speak all you want or just pretend Cos she think she is a different class So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh It doesn't talk, it doesn't last
But it's not what I've heard you know A picture speaks a thousand words But baby don't feel down I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah
You sold your soul for magic beans Don't believe all you read on computer screens and These things they mean nothing to me Rimpton stain came off the track You go there once and you don't come back, oh
Good that's what I say
But it's not what I've heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down To find yourself in the provincial town
But it's not what I've heard you know A picture speaks a thousand words But baby don't feel down I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah
But it's not what I've heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down Oh, to find yourself in the provincial townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.