I remember piano lessons, the hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands destroying timeless tunes
She said, "There's too much out there, too much already said
You'd better give up hoping, you're better off in bed"
You don't need much to speak of, no class, no wit, no soul
Forget your own agenda, get ready to be sold
I feel now like Christine Keeler, sleepwaking in the rain
I didn't mean to lose direction, I didn't want that kind of fame
(Take your hands off my land)
Credit me with some intelligence (if not, just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties)
And even though I got it all now, my only stupid dream
Is you and me together, and how it should have been
I remember piano lessons, now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights for dreams to disappear
Credit me with some intelligence (if not, just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties)
(Take your hands off my land)
Credit me with some intelligence (if not, just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties)
Credit me with some intelligence (if not, just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties)
Credit me with some intelligence
I come in value packs of ten
