Lyrics
Early on, I could do no wrong, in your partial view
A few turns on the Tilt-A-Whirl, and your boredom grew
"Overexposure to glamour magazines. You're over-concerned with how it's supposed to be", you said. You said, "Just go."
You said I can figure out what's in your head
You said I worry about what's in your heart
"Overexposure to glamour magazines. You're over-concerned with how it's supposed to be", you said. You said, "Just go."
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