I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You'd better give up hoping
You're better off in bed
(refrão)
(Take your hands off my land)
Credit me with some intelligence
(if not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
(in five varieties)
You don't need much to speak of No class, no wit, no soul
Forget you own agenda Get ready to be sold
And even though I got it all now My only stupid dream
I see you and me together And how it should have been