laughstein

It Girl

Reach the sky, your helicopter
Getting laughs is your disorder
Doors are open, but you don't mind
Maybe you'll find someone you dislike

Comedy is your knife
Clock is ticking and there's no time
Find a place and relax
there's no turning back

So could I
Turn your smile into some gold or wine?
But you know the lights are not so bright
You're a nothing to the souls' delight
And you think you're funny

Could it be
the greatest joke they'll ever hear?
there's something that is not so clear
a minor song in a major key
And you think you're funny

It's raining outside
And nobody is listening to you
It's a dark sunday night
And you're playing with your toys

Late in the night is
your final round
But no one is expecting
can you make them laugh?