I'm lookin' like I'm gonna get it, you probably don't get it I come in your house with a microphone Lookin' like I'm about to set up a show in your kitchen I'm outta my mind but I feel like I'm in it If I never make it, don't make any difference I'm

I'll be ready when the moment comes Only waited for the marching drums I'm gonna hit the ground running, hit the ground running It's a one way street with an open end And you never know what lies ahead But I always knew that this was it The signs were

You know I know that you know I know That you're a liar, a liar Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo But I'm never gonna come Baby cry, cry, cry You ain't fooling anyone You can crawl, crawl, crawl You can beg and you can bleed Baby talk, talk, talk

We can put the kettle on Girl, just come round mine tonight I've got wine and make-up wipes Talk 'bout how he's not the one But, I'm never gonna say I told you so Da-dum, da-dum How are you feeling, girlfriend?