I used to play up With my mind on my sleeve I would write old storybooks That no one wanted to read But then I grew up With my fist in their faces And I shot down every look Disapproving in my place I was a good girl With too many to please Had my stockings past my shins And my skirt down to my knees Now I'm a big girl I can make my own rules Doesn't matter who you are Don't be treated like a fool If I had to choose Between one and two Soar to head first in the race Or to take the grace to lose Would you be there waiting Or stay fast asleep Will this page be framed Or will they read it and weep? There is no difference Between acting and lies I would rather seem quite odd
Than be something I despise And when you see this You won't need to pretend Only value what you do And I say If I had to choose Between one and two Soar to head first in the race Or to take the grace to lose Would you be there waiting Or stay fast asleep Will this page be framed Or will they read it and weep? All of their words, and all they don't mean Maybe they're cursed, or not just what they seem But when you've got a sense of direction You can say If I had to choose Between one and two Soar to head first in the race Or to take the grace to lose Would you be there waiting Or stay fast asleep Will this page be framed Or will they read it and weep?