1 2 3, 2 2 3 The twitching impulses to speak your mind I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face Where you keep my picture still despite the fact That you had me replaced Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age? You know why I'm going to give it to you straight Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be Still it's all the rage I'll probably play along left to my own devices Spare me the drone of your advice The sins of garter and gin confession may delay You know the measuring pole the merry boots of clay I've heard it all before you'll say it anyway Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age? You know why I'm going to give it to you straight Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be Still it's all the rage Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief You murder time and truth, love, laughter and belief So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink Say, "Goodbye", baby can't you act your age? You know why I'm going to give it to you straight Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be Still it's all the rage Although I'll never be unhappy as you want me to be Still it's all the rage © BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com