All the secret life designs
that everyone is privy to,
missed me by a thousand miles -
I didn't mean to insult you.
There's a singer singing,
proud and strong,
to nobody at all.
Even though she's clear and true -
"she's very talented, too" -
she isn't wearin' the right boots.
All force resigned.
I'll take what's mine.
Y'all beleive what you all believe.
My sweet relief.
All the secret ways to be,
hidden in that wayward glancing.
I'm happy being here all alone
while everybody's going dancing.
Empty music - crowded hall.
Loaded gestures crawl.
I'd like to take you somewhere else
- but who's got time for that
when you're busy kissing ass?
All forced resigned, I'll take what's mine.
Y'all beleive what you all believe
my sweet relief.
All force resigned, take all of mine.
Y'all beleive waht you all believe.
My sweet relief.