Nov 30, 2006 14:24
You ask me the question
Staring out the window with the memory running down your face
Is there more to this maybe?
Than dancing for pennies in the street like a gypsy girl, baby
You’re trying to lie about why you’re down and out
Can’t you see that it’s me you’re pushing around
When will you be still and take your chances with God?
She’s music to my eyes and she lives in paradise, but something isn’t right
She thinks she’s going blind, but it’s just dark outside
Tripping along under pale street lights
I can’t believe she says that everything’s fine
She’s the luckiest girl alive, she’s the luckiest girl alive…
What a lucky world