to a life lived so strange
so what happened to suburbia
so what happened to my wage

your mind leaves me alone
you do not know my culture
and there you are,
laying out a claim to my future

is tired and it is dirty
but its stupid charm links arms
it takes me to the beach

at we felt was so real
that the feeling said,
do not be scared to feel

girls come in all shapes and sizes
my friend, you are full of surprises
and you have a chance
a chance to make a difference

if my looks,
did not let me down
and i had not been born
with clowns feet
and a clowns frown

chance gets away
a night –
it not as long as day
if only it was
if only you had stayed