Bright just like the stars above me
Proud just like my mother planned it
Short on all the things I don't want
I'm full of love and longing
Take me by the hand and tell me
You would take me anywhere
Still, cause I don't want to move a thing
And all the things I don't want they're full
Of love and longing
Take me by the hand and tell me
You would take me anywhere
And it goes, its like [bad word] [bad word] on to me
And it goes it's like [bad word] [bad word] on to me
You, you say you don't see any part of me
To love in all this mess and I know
You take the good and all the bad [bad word] with me