Stranded

Darling, you’re my angel drama queen
You could star for a play or write poetry all day
But you’d rather make a scene with me

Now darling, you know it’s not for real
You have Shakespeare in your head and you want Twilight in your bed
So tell me why am I still here?                      

Darling, you drive me up the wall
You would walk through muddy ground to find the perfect man in town
And then show him to the door

Yeah darling, it’s torture what you do
When you throw out all my plansand drive your nails into my hand
I wish your rules applied to you

When everything gets comfortable you gotta shake things up, cos nothing’s right at all
When you get what you wanted you gotta to break things up, cos nothing’s right at all
You got to shake things up, cos nothing’s right at all

So darling, I sense you’re wrapped in fear
If you jumped to the unknown would it rock your little home
and leave me stranded with no idea!

When everything gets comfortable you gotta break things up, cos nothing’s right at all
When you get what you wanted you gotta to shake things up, cos nothing’s right at all
You got to break things up, cos nothing’s right at all

So darling, what’s to come of me?
You can send me on my way; post my things another day
And leave me stranded for another year!

words & music by Glenn Dixon

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