National, The
Minor Star Of Rome
You're pink, you're young, you're middle-class15 blue shirts and womanly handsOK, it doesn't matterBut you should have seen me shoot up the ladderYou're miles behind your sister, la di daYou're miles behind your sisterMinor star of RomeYour mind is racing like a proNot like when you were a kid a million years agoIt's a pity, but it comes with the uniformYou were wrong, you just couldn't admit itBut you didn't know how to do it, and everybody knew itSo you kicked yourself into the streetYou could have been the skinny boy in the back seatYou're miles behind your sister, la di daYou're miles behind your sisterMinor star of RomeNow sometimes you get up, sometimes you bake a cake or somethingSometimes you go la da di da da da di da all day in bedSometimes your eyes roll back into your headNow you're having other people's dreamsAnd they're really goodBut you wake up just before they endYou never finish anythingYou're miles behind your sister (repeat 3x)You're miles behind your sister (repeat 3x)
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