I don't know I'm born, I'm only young. I don't have a choice, you know I'm only young. I'm getting older, I'm getting smaller. Everybody tells you, "you've got to walk taller".
I've got to get up ma, and get in my place. I've got to work out ma, and sort out my face. I've got all 'zines telling me what to eat. And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet.
There's nothing real about your fight. There's nothing in the shit you write. You've got charisma in your hair. The make-up lady put in there. and it's.
You're miles away.... . I'm not messing about, I've got a mile of self doubt. Yeah, you're not even close yet,. Because you're miles away. Another day in bed, sorting out your head.
Pretty scary how they know you. It depends on who you talk to. From the end to the beginning. Only happy when we're singing. . Smiling for the camera.
Coming back at you, record number two, what a way to start the day. Thinking big enough, with a stronger look. Got no back up plan in case we blow it.
Waaaaaaa!. . Well, we did this once before. And we're giving it some more. And it's OK to be as you are, you know. It's always five on one, you'll notice when we're done.
I'm down on the floor, there's a man on the door. He won't let me in 'cause he thinks he's the law. He'll give me shout when he's figured it out. Gotta pick up myself, what am I waiting for?.
Buy a junk?, delay that moon?, you think we feel the need to prove. That we play the fucking tunes, while you're the one that's fucking you. Now if you'd ever spared a day, at these things that don't fucking go away.
Some days go on forever. Last long into the night. Some days feel like December. Although it's warm on the inside. . Forget the middle of summer. I bet you I am alive.