My hair grows in a fashion, makes my mother think I'm taking drugs.
I can only say she's mostly wrong,
And I'm not quite sure how to cope with my current situation.
In this place that I keep saying I belong,
And I do not think I'll be
Discussed elegantly.
Won't you please tell me...

[Chorus]
How does it feel to be charmed, worry free as can be?
Throw the world down on their knees, kissing your rings,
Have it all handed to you, watch it all go kabloo.
Yes, I'd feel stupid too; Aesop's job is done.

Brilliance comes and brilliance goes, but you're the only one who knows,
'Cause nothing draws them in like sympathy.
And as for all the broken ones who make their ways with poison tongues;
The pillow they sleep on is misery.
But you will not see me
Being steered to a tree
In this land of the free.

[Chorus]

And I do not think I'll be
Discussed elegantly.
Won't you please tell me...

[Chorus]

Yes, I can only say she's mostly wrong.

Writer : BURRY, STEVE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing