Things I've Been Telling Myself for Years

Things I've been telling myself for years I can read people, yeah Blushing peccadilloes, twisted bents, and buried fears Things I've been telling myself for years I'm the dashboard hula girl of nodding self-deception Here's to never accepting slight adjustment or correction Here's to a doting mother's voice assisting me in every choice Saying, "Chorister, binman, or barrister? So lucky, son, to have you" Here's to walking in every room like ascending for an Oscar (ooh, yeah) Kissing hands and shaking babies, Blackpool rock imposter (ooh, yeah) A cannon loosed, a golden goose, Leo, sayer of the unsaid sooths I'll fix you with a cosmic stare (ooh, yeah) I'll fix your life, go fix your hair, I dare you Of course, I'll live to 96 and fix the welfare state (ooh, yeah) I'll build a house with these two hands, my face above the gate (ooh, yeah) I haven't paid for cabs or beers or met a cunt in 20 years Like all that outrun poverty, all I have was coming to me (ooh, yeah) Things I've been telling myself for years All of these things I've been telling myself for years Things I've been telling myself for years