Tekstovi: Aimee Mann. The Fall of The World's Own Optimist.

There's no charity in you and that surprises me
I guess I thought you were a golden idol 'cause I called you majesty
On the balustrade you watched me hunt for tips
I was obliged to pick up from the passing trade

Hey kids look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist, but you'll have to ask politely
'Cause the eggshells I've been treading couldn't spare me a beheading
And I'll know I had it coming from a Caesar who was only slumming
Hey, kids look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist

Well, I could have objections which you could override
But what's the point we're only flogging the horse when
The horseman has up and died once I testified
And swore I'd never leave a stone unturned
I bet you're really glad that I lied

Hey kids look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist, but you'll have to ask politely
'Cause the eggshells I've been treading couldn't spare me a beheading
And I'll know I had it coming from a Caesar who was only slumming
Hey kids look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist

Hey kids look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist
I could get back up if you insist, but you'll have to ask politely
Yes, you'll have to ask politely
Yes, you'll have to ask