I see the world it's going 'round. Seems to me it's upside down. Looking for something to say. I feel a little different anyway. Yeah, yeah. Does it make much sense to you? Doin' all those things you do. Making sure that I'm alright? Yeah, I'm fine!

Oh baby doll! When bells ring out the summer free Oh baby doll We'll sing our old Alma Mater And think of things that used to be Will it end for you and me? I remember it so well Back when the weather was cool We used to have so much fun

So don’t go telling me how this boy should be leaving his own life Sometimes rough but generally speaking I’m fine If you don’t agree with the things that go on within in my life Well honey that’s fine there’s no itch in wasting your time Goodbye

Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh I was justified when I was five

Baby, you're perfect And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do Baby, I'm perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even

Listen girl you want me but he needs you Yet you're tellin' me that everything is cool Tryin' to convince me baby to do as you say Just go along and see things your way And keep it on the down low, nobody has to know We can keep it on the down low,

Then you suffer Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass When you believe in things that you don't understand Very superstitious, writings on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

Let's embrace the point of no return Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wondering 'bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she don't know Pretty girls don't know the things that I know Walk my way,

You ain't ever coming back to me That's not how things were supposed to be You take my hand just to give it back No other lover has ever done that Can you see me Floating above your head As you lay in bed Thinking about everything That you did not do

And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me evading and hollering for you And I never really knew what to do Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook The fact that they've been blindly deceived By