Songteksten

Crawling under my skin, running out of oxygen It's all a bit much, but I take it on the chin Business class and movie stars, a special spoon for caviar How do you like Paris so far? I'm nameless and everybody here's so fucking famous Is it too late to say that I really hate this? Shiny boots and silverware Perfect people, I'll compare Maybe I just don't care I feel so small (I feel so small) This evening's only started I wish you'd call (I wish you called) Take me back to my apartment 'Cause this isn't me, this isn't me I'm not here (I'm not here) We can pretend that we're gonna be best friends After tonight, I'll never see you again (never see you, never see you again) Well-adjusted to excess, talking all about success Chauffeur to your next event I feel so small (I feel so small) This evening's only started I wish you'd call (I wish you'd call) Take me back to my apartment Sycophants and luxury Everyone's a somebody And I wish you were with me Pretending that we're VIP Turning heads, you're left on read Soon I'll escape right back to bed With your head pressed against my chest I feel so small (I feel so small) This evening's only started I wish you'd call (I wish you'd call) Take me back to my apartment I feel so small (I feel so small) This evening's only started I wish you'd call (I wish you'd call) Take me back to my apartment 'Cause this isn't me, this isn't me I'm not here (I'm not here) This isn't me, this isn't me, this isn't me I'm not here (I'm not here)
Writer(s): Thomas Powers, Towa Bird Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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