What's a matter with going places?Take that gross look off your facesEmpty loving makes me seasickWhat you're here for, I don't need it
I'll say nothing on your microphoneTill you swear to take me homeThere's a one foot boy, eleven stoneHe's sitting on my shoulder
I'm too scared to look awayHe comes here almost everydayAnd everyday I push him offAnd tell him, boy, we're over
My, oh my, I think my mind is goneI'm left here wondering was I crazy all along?What do I do? Nothing left but prayGonna shoot somebodyHelp me drive this craziness awayI'm happy on my own
One foot boy, one foot boy(I'm happy on my own)One foot boy, one foot boy(I'm happy on my own)
Say you like me not with changesShut up and forget it these are my facesAll these colors that surround meAll these places only drown me
MIKA
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