It's a beautiful day Everything is goin' my way Even the words are doing what I say Oh babe, got to get away. To be impossible Isn't that difficult In the city you're invisible When you come from a small town.
Everything is alright Everything is alright I'm not your baby, please.
Tourist in a traffic jam Babycham and handicam. I'm not your mother, you're not my man. I'm not your baby. Don't treat me like I'm a trick I won't treat you like you're a prick. Don't need no doctor, I'm not ill. I'm not your baby. Everything is alright, etc.
Cut out the poetry Let's hit the main artery No time for a tourniquet Let the colours all run out of me. You've brought me all kinds of goods Now my heart is so full up it hurts. It's heavy as a shopping bag Full of things I should give back.
Everything is alright Everything is alright I'm not your baby, please.
Not dizzy, just busy Didn't drink nothing fizzy No pills to feel easy Don't know what got into me Daylight a kinda robbery The night is your geography You're not white You're pink and rosy You could be right But you're way above me.
I'm in recovery A star of pornography. I'm a tourist There's a lot to see You don't like the photographs of me So, you've got a lot to say You don't sleep around, but sometimes you stray You don't believe But oftentimes you pray for something What is it babe?
Don't treat me like I'm a trick I won't treat you like you're a prick. Don't need no doctor, I'm not sick. I'm not your baby. Everything is alright Everything is alright I'm not your baby.
Compositor: Paul David Hewson (Bono) (PRS)Editor: 810 Publishing Inc (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #1258331 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM