My room faces north but the sun's in the south
I'm just waking up to the news of my birth
I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here
Whatever that's worth
Like an ostrich I lived with my head in the sand
Slipped into corners, sat on my hands
I learned to stifle the shouts and the outrage
And feeling deep down
With my chains falling off
And the hope in a friend
Cafes and walkways
sculptured weekends
I'm getting to love my freedom
I'm getting to like my surroundings
My room faces north but the sun's in the south
You are far out of reach Could I be any worth
To some special person? My mind is unknowing
Of any such love
So I yell out the window, answer the mail
My diary's quiet, the definitive nail
In my social coffin. I blame all the boffins
For making me fail
For an hour in the park
Or an hour on the couch
With the boy of my choice
If he makes me go ouch
I will swap all my dumb school prizes
I am open to dark surprises
My room faces north but the sun's in the south
You are far out of reach, perfect hand, perfect mouth
The boredom, the freedom, the train on the meadow
Please keep me in dreams
I don't want commitment
I don't want the drama
I just want your jeans
I just want your jeans