Sometimes you wish you were the girl they buy drinks to.
It's easier to dream when you have nothing to lose.
Well, but you have plans to save the earth.
You even read every night before you go to bed.
Demons are in again.
Sorrow is here again.
Restless feet on the lane.
High fences conceal the pain.
You've got the brains,
And she's got a nice pair to buy her fame.
It's just an illusion to keep your dull routine.
You moved far away, but you can't get your head clear.
Well, it's not so bad to figure you were wrong.
No one is looking for a decent conversation here, I know.
Demons are in again.
Sorrow is here again.
Young skirts freely wave their hands.
Don't look straight, it's hazardous.
You've got the brains,
And she's got her lips full to buy her fame.
You've got the brains,
And she's got a tall scum to buy her fame.
You've got the brains,
And she's knocked me off just to buy her fame.
Call me.