Youre pink, youre young, youre middleclass 15 blue shirts and womanly hands Ok, it doesnt matter But you should have seen me shoot up the ladder Youre miles behind your sister, la di da Youre miles behind your sister Minor star of Rome Your mind is racing like a pro Not like when you were a kid a million years ago Its a pity, but it comes with the uniform You were wrong, you just couldnt admit it But you didnt know how to do it, and everybody knew it So you kicked yourself into the street You could have been the skinny boy in the back seat Youre miles behind your sister, la di da Youre miles behind your sister Minor star of Rome Now sometimes you get up, sometimes you bake a cake or something Sometimes you go la da di da da da di da all day in bed Sometimes your eyes roll back into your head Now youre having other peoples dreams And theyre really good But you wake up just before they end You never finish anything Youre miles behind your sister [x3] Youre miles behind your sister [x3]
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