A little girl
Once said to me
Please
Just let me be
Dreaming cardboard boat adventures
On a cellophane sea
Under cotton wool skies
Let me, be me
Mr Shadow, don't you know?
We're made of different stuff
See things in different lights
But you always judge
So I'll be one woman, and her piano
One girl and her guitar
Stood still, facing forwards
Smoking her cigar
Cause I don't want to be a singer
Without any songs
Don't want to be a writer
Not righting any wrongs
Cool summer night air
Bites my cheek
Ambling alone down
Red brick streets
Smiling as designer
Manequins wink at me
And thoroughly grateful
Just to be
Cause I found some instincts
Buried deep inside
A wooden chest
And in it was inscribed
Acts of faith
Can set us free
Belief in you
Belief in me
No, I don't want to be a singer
Without any songs
Don't want to be a writer
Not righting any wrongs
So I'll be one woman and her piano
One girl and her guitar
Stood still, facing forwards
Smoking my cigar
I don't want to be a singer
Without a song
Don't want to be a writer
Who's not righting any wrongs
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