Testo 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