things i ve been telling myself for years

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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 ev?ry room like ascending for an Oscar
Kissing hands and shaking babies, Blackpool rock impost?r
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 ninety-six 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
All of these things I ve been telling myself for years
Things I ve been telling myself for years