Stares all night at the plaster peeling Off of the shadows she painted on the ceiling Trying to find some philosophical meaning to life But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch She's gotta break the door down, gotta bust a latch She's gotta super-sized itch that's gotta be scratched, alright She stands up and gets down And digs her heels out of that pea-pickin' town Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a waste There's more to life than just takin' up space Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is s'posed to be fun 5 4 3 2 ready, run So she sold her diamond ring and bought a Winnebago Found her way to Heaven on the way to San Diego Chased her ruby red boots anywhere that they'd go, anytime She got sidetracked and backpacked her way to Atlanta Picked a pocketful of posies, got here busted in 'bama Truck stop trollop, selling roses from a van for a dime She woke up and broke down Collect call to that pea-pickin' town Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a waste There's more to life than just takin' up space Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is s'posed to be fun 5 4 3 2 ready, run Run, run, run, run all the way back home Run away from the great unknown It felt good for a minute, 'til she got Stuck in it, stuck in it Her yellow brick road crashed Right through the rose-colored glass Rose-colored glass Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a waste There's more to life than the thrill of the chase Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is s'posed to be fun 5 4 3 2 ready, run Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, what a waste There's more to life than the thrill of the chase Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is s'posed to be fun 5 4 3 2 ready, run © SYLVAN STREET SONGS; CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com