Words don't come easy anymore Beautiful things are never quite as sure A smile is never as reassuring as it once was Good will and graces and “Have you tried that new yoga place?” Are never as healing as they once seemed When I still believed
Maybe it's time I took my mum's advice Find a nice looking guy, get a solid 9 to 5, but it's a Long way to that picket fence and I still gotta pay my rent Plus there's still that little voice inside my head
I never needed a joint or a drink Just a piano and a quiet place to think Trouble was always in mind and not in my soul Something that I could see that I put down to naivety And now I don't know, I don't know What I believe
Maybe it's time I took my mum's advice Find a nice looking guy, get a solid 9 to 5, but it's a Long way to that picket fence and I still gotta pay my rent Plus there's still that little voice inside my head
Maybe it's time I took my mum's advice Find a nice looking guy, get a solid 9 to 5, but it's a Long way to that picket fence and I still gotta pay my rent Plus there's still that little voice inside my headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
