Maybe it's not a matter of right or wrong
I just hope that it's a good sign 'cause it sure is about
time
I'm just sick of just running around town in circles
Where I'm from you don't get a dozen for a dime
I'm extactic to come alive!
Though you'd expect it by 25
But surely as I am gazing at your pretty eyes
(Well maybe just a tad lower but it's no surprise)
I am getting there one way or not, depends on traffic
But one thing's sure - I'm just here for the fun!
CHOROS:
Live! The world at 25!
What good is to pretend? Consequence be damned, open wide
You're on stage! Just play, it's all the rage!
I know that you're confused they threw you in, and yet you
find
that you came out the other side
Moving on to the next in the long line of victims
We're all roaming the streets yet we seek only green lights
We all talk about "Lack of" and "No more" and "What not"
yet we find ourselevs naked in some bed at night
,Girl, looking at you I cannot see straight
But get lost till you prove me that it's really fate!
maybe some people really shouldn't procreate
going faster will only make somebody ''late"!
I am out of focus, out of bounds, it feels like plastic
I'm a child, a fighter and a nun!
Choros
Bridge
And otherwise you'd never mind!
