Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da
Time's running out, innit?
Pity the mayflies in the swimming pool at dawn
But down in the deep I can't be left alone
Sweet Eliza's on the court
Potential is the drug they never knew you never tried
But you see it in my eyes and that is bae
Threading the needle, pretty in possible
If only to get me out the door
Oracle and odyssey with a bloody nose
If I'm on your street, you'll be the last to know
That I get dizzy (yeah), dizzy (yeah)
And I cannot afford that kind of free
(Well, how does it feel being so, you know, rich?)
Now you've got one eye on the lane and one eye on the lava
Spinning out, yeah, I respect that
But I was born to get you home
Home, where it's all red and velveteen
Falling back into the leaves
So true, with your lipstick on my thigh
Drink the tears until they dry
I-I, I-I, I-I (I-I, I-I, I-I, I-I, I-I, I-I)
Ooh oh
Pretty in possible
Ooh oh
Pretty in possible
Ooh oh
Pretty in possible (fragile)
Ooh oh
Pretty in possible
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da
