It s a beautiful day
Everything is goin my way
Even the words are doing what I say
Oh babe, got to get away.
To be impossible
Isn t that difficult
In the city you re invisible
When you come from a small town.
Everything is alright
Everything is alright
I m not your baby, please.
Tourist in a traffic jam
Babycham and handicam.
I m not your mother, you re not my man.
I m not your baby.
Don t treat me like I m a trick
I won t treat you like you re a prick.
Don t need no doctor, I m not ill.
I m not your baby.
Everything is alright, etc.
Cut out the poetry
Let s hit the main artery
No time for a tourniquet
Let the colours all run out of me.
You ve brought me all kinds of goods
Now my heart is so full up it hurts.
It s heavy as a shopping bag
Full of things I should give back.
Everything is alright
Everything is alright
I m not your baby, please.
Not dizzy, just busy
Didn t drink nothing fizzy
No pills to feel easy
Don t know what got into me
Daylight a kinda robbery
The night is your geography
You re not white
You re pink and rosy
You could be right
But you re way above me.
I m in recovery
A star of pornography.
I m a tourist
There s a lot to see
You don t like the photographs of me
So, you ve got a lot to say
You don t sleep around, but sometimes you stray
You don t believe
But oftentimes you pray for something
What is it babe?
Don t treat me like I m a trick
I won t treat you like you re a prick.
Don t need no doctor, I m not sick.
I m not your baby.
Everything is alright
Everything is alright
I m not your baby.
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