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My room faces north |
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But the sun?s in the south |
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I?m just waking up |
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To the news of my birth |
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I am a girl and I?m lucky to be here |
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Whatever that?s worth |
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Like an ostrich I lived |
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With my head in the sand |
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Slipped into corners |
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Sat on my hands |
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I learnt to stifle shouts and outrage |
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And feeling deep down |
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With my chains falling off |
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And the hope in a friend |
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Cafes and walkways |
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And sculptured weekends |
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I?m getting to love my freedom |
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I?m getting to like my surroundings |
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My room faces north |
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But the sun?s in the south |
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You are far out of reach |
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Could I be any worth |
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To some special person? |
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My mind is unknowing |
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Of any such love |
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So I yell out the window |
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Answer the mail |
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My diary?s quiet |
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The definitive nail |
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In my social coffin |
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I blame all the boffins |
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For making me fail |
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For an hour in the park |
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Or an hour on the couch |
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With the boy of my choice |
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If he makes me go ?ouch!? |
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I will swap all my dumb school prizes |
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I am open to dark surprises |
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My room faces north |
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But the sun?s in the south |
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You are far out of reach |
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Perfect hand, perfect mouth |
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The boredom, the freedom |
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The train on the meadow |
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Please keep me in dreams |
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I don?t want commitment |
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I don?t want the drama |
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I just want your jeans |
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I just want your jeans |
