Watch me, watch me. Darling is it harder to see?
I know you're watching, watching while you sit grinding your teeth.
Does it make it difficult knowing how I got away?
It's time to celebrate. The talker's got nothing to say.
And now baby's in the corner and he's feeling embarrassed.
Right or not, I made it from a long shot.
I couldn't see it from the bottom, but now he's headed for a breakdown.
It hurts, it hurts, doesn't it?
Four years, four years, making such a mess of a time.
But it put me on the ladder and I'll climb it til I'm out of the ground.
So, what's the point in asking for another one?
And are you tired of running when the lights are done?
And now baby's in the corner and he's feeling embarrassed.
