Elizabeth

People asked Elizabeth Why she wasn't big-time yet They meant well but they had no idea Putting herself out there Ever since she could remember Singing songs to anyone who'd hear She felt patronised Wanted to cry Kept her head held high Told herself Best, dear You've tried your best, dear All the rest, yeah What do they know You've put up a good fight so Get through the night, oh Let it go Getting a bit older But her dreams aren't growing colder Singing's still the thing she has to do The men, they like to sit and stare Comment on her hips and hair While she sings to anyone who cares She feels patronised So undignified But keeps her head held high Tells herself Best, dear You've tried your best, dear All the rest, yeah What do they know You've put up a good fight so Get through the night, oh Let it go She feels patronised So undignified But keeps her head held high Tells herself Best, dear You've tried your best, dear All the rest, yeah What do they know You've put up a good fight so Get through the night, oh Turn off the light, oh Let it go