@migu music@

Wake up every morning to the sound of the radio screaming 6:30, 7:30, 8 o'clock and

I got to leave

Walk out on the street with nothing on except the shame of last night

And a number in my hand of a man

I don't really need

Where do I fit in

Where is my place here

What do I need to say, what do you want to hear

Where do I fit in

If she's in your bed

Where is my beautiful

Late night, long day, doesn't make much difference to me anyway

You called,

I answered, but baby

I'm only half awake

Hush little one with you here everything is going to be okay

Is all you say but what if things don't go that way

It's over, we both know, we're both tired of playing the parts

I said goodbye, you said oh well nothing's really lost

Call every now and then just to hear your voice talk to me

You still say everything's alright but it's not and that's something that you're too blind to see