Cut off your nose to spite your friends Breathing holes that will never end and Speak all you want or just pretend 'Cos you think she is a different cla** So, she sits all day by the looking gla**, oh It doesn't talk, it doesn't last But it's not what I've heard you know A picture speaks a thousand words But baby, don't feel down I left my heart in a provincial town, yeah You sold your souls for magic beans Don't believe all you read on computer screens and These things they mean nothing to me Ripton stain came off the track
You go there once and you don't come back, oh Good, that's what I say But it's not what I've heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down To find yourself in a provincial town, now But it's not what I've heard you know A picture speaks a thousand words But baby, don't feel down I left my heart in the privacy of town, yeah But it's not what I've heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down Oh, to find yourself in a provincial town, yeah