Well she's got no money to bet But she could be a bookie She's got no fame yet But she could sing her boogie She's hiding all her bubblegum Looking for a real chum She knows more than anyone That her day will come Her day will come She's got an old mobile But could receive calls She's got a pretty smile But no one gives a hand When she falls down She's hiding all her bubblegum Looking for a real chum She knows more than anyone That her day will come Her day will come She's got a pretty face Just waiting a kiss She's got her own charm But she's never been on the hot list Hiding all her bubblegum Looking for a real chum She knows more than anyone That her day will come She's hiding all her bubblegum Trying to find a real charm She knows more than anyone That her, I'm sure, her day will come She's living confusing days, she writes and then erases So she prefers permanent pen And sleeping at ten To wake and watch the sun while she She chooses her bubblegum Looking for a real chum She knows more than anyone That her day will come