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?