Lyrics

What's a matter with going places? Take that gross look off your faces Empty loving makes me seasick What you're here for, I don't need it I'll say nothing on your microphone Till you swear to take me home There's a one foot boy, eleven stone Sitting on my shoulder I'm too scared to look away He comes here almost everyday And everyday I push him off And tell him: "Boy, we're over!" My oh my, I think my mind is gone I'm left here wondering, was I crazy all along? What do I do? Nothing left but pray Gonna shoot somebody, help me drive this craziness away I'm happy on my own One foot boy, one foot boy One foot boy, one foot boy One foot boy, one foot boy One foot boy, one foot boy Say you like me, not with changes Shut up and forget it, these are my faces All these colours that surround me All these places only drown me I'll say nothing on your microphone Till you swear to take me home There's a one foot boy, eleven stone Sitting on my shoulder I'm too scared to look away He comes here almost everyday And everyday I push him off And tell him: "Boy, we're over!" My oh my, I think my mind is gone I'm left here wondering, was I crazy all along? What do I do? Nothing left but pray Gonna shoot somebody, help me drive this craziness away I'm happy on my own I think my mind is gone I'm left here wondering, was I crazy all along? What do I do? Nothing left but pray Gonna shoot somebody, help me drive this craziness away I'm happy on my own What's a matter with going places? Take that gross look off your faces Empty loving makes me seasick What you're here for, I don't need it One foot boy, one foot boy One foot boy, one foot boy One foot boy, one foot boy One foot boy, one foot boy I'm happy on my own
Writer(s): Robert Berkeley Davis, Michael Holbrook Penniman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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