Record company hates me The doctor says I'm sick The bad girls think I'm just too nice And the nice girls call me 'Dick' But baby loves me And she's
I like your toothy smile It never fails to beguile Whichever way the wind is blowing I like the way this is going I like the colour of your hair I think
Oh, it's looking up Let me tell you what I mean Used to be kind of bitter Always had a babysitter But I'm feeling much fitter Now I'm kind of sweet Back
She's got her life living in her heart She's got these eyes well where do I start? Like looking at the deep night sky So many worlds inside her eyes
What I have to offer Well, there's a lot Now I'm a modest man But look at all I got For all the wear and tear I look okay I got good manners And I make
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Where do you go when The day is done But you are not? You look for a friend, but Maybe I'm All you got Hard to pretend that I've always been here Ready
I like your toothy smile, it never fails to beguile. Whichever way the wind is blowing I like the way this is going. I like the color of your hair,
The old oak tree had roots so far down in the ground I fell from it and hit the dirt without a sound I dreamt at night of growing wings so I could fly
Oh, it's looking up Let me tell you what I mean Used to be kind of bitter Always had a babysitter But I'm feeling much fitter Now I'm kind of sweet
on his feet? Why does it feel like you've been here before? How do the two perfect people meet? Pain in my heart, twistin' like a knife Disappeared just overnight Good morning
new ways Everybody (Yeah!) Oh-so-lovely Now how can I tell you how grateful I am? Jacaranda bloomin' No clouds are loomin' The trees are swayin' In the wind Up in the mornin
She's got a life livin' in her heart She's got these eyes, well, where do I start? Like lookin' at the deep night sky So many worlds inside her eyes
If the world's a rotten place You better just forget it In the crowd just another face Gonna make 'em regret it Take a heart and squash it hard Like
Yeah, she's all right Just floatin' through her day People throwin' words 'round And talkin' such trash There's so much she could say That's not her
on the back The longhaired indie rock kid in a band Looks through his hair and shakes my hand The old homeless guy who smells like pee Stops talking nonsense and says "Morning
