Things I've Been Telling Myself for Years

Things I've been telling myself for years

I can read people

Yeah

Blushing peccadillos, twisted bents and buried fears

Things I've been telling myself for years

I'm the dashboard hula girl of nodding self-deception

Here's to never accepting slight adjustment or correction

Here's to a doting mother's voice

Assisting me in every choice

Saying chorister, binman or barrister

So lucky son to have you

Here's to walking in every room like ascending for an Oscar

Kissing hands and shaking babies, Blackpool rock impostor

A cannon loosed, a golden goose

Leo Sayer of the unsaid sooths

I'll fix you with a cosmic stare

I'll fix your life, go fix your hair

I dare you

Of course I'll live to 96 and fix the welfare state

I'll build a house with these two hands, my face above the gate

I haven't paid for cabs or beers, or met a cunt in twenty years

Like all that outrun poverty, all I have was coming to me

Things I've been telling myself for years

Oh, these things I've been telling myself for years

Things I've been telling myself for years