A thought's gone and stuck itself to the sides of my head. And it's a thought I can do without, not when there are far more important things that need my attention and focus.
It all started when 'Mary' and 'Sally' decided to go dancing but be Cinderallas i.e. leave the club by midnight. As time wore on and the carriage didn't turn back into a pumpkin, we decided to "reschedule" our departure.
'Sally' asked 'Mary' - did you need to get home by midnight? And 'Mary' said "No. Do you?" To which 'Sally' replied "Who's there to note what time I come home?"
And I can't do this by myself
All of these problems, they're all in your head
And I can't be somebody else
You took something perfect
And painted it red.
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