Things I've Been Telling Myself for Years

Things, I've been telling myself for years

I can read people, yeah

Blushing peccadilloes, twisted bends, and buried fears

Things, I've been telling myself for years

I am 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 (ooh, love)

Kissing hands and shaking babies, Blackpool rock imposter (ooh, love)

A cannon loosed, a golden goose Leo sayer of the unsaid soothes (ooh)

I'll fix you with a cosmic stare, I'll fix your life, go fix your hair, I dare you (ooh, love)

Of course, I'll live to 96 and fix the welfare state (ooh, love)

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

I haven't paid for cabs or beers or met a - in 20 years (ooh, love)

Like all that outrun poverty, all I have was coming to me (ooh, love)

Things, I've been telling myself for years

All of these things, I've been telling myself for years

Things I've been telling myself for years