Smith/Beyonce/Eriksen/Hermansen/Lind/Bjorklund/Cheshire
To the left, to the left x2
There’s a queue there, not the letter, but when people stand together
To the left, to the left x2
There’s a guy with X-ray vision, he can see through television
He comments to his wife, who’s not wearing knickers
Who am I to judge, it seems to work for them…
You must not CHORUS
I’ve even seen some people you wouldn’t see in cyclopedias
They’re the things that, if you listen, tell you more than what words mean…
I saw a young man, with a tired heart, with all his stories torn apart
He just sat down, when that happened, took a page out, and started again…
All his bookshelves were, filled up with picture books, and he couldn’t drag, a thousand words from them…
You must not CHORUS
There’s a big sky, and a paper mountain, an Achilles courtyard fountain
There’s a moon, in june… When you run dry, just drink again…
What were the words I said, when I was writing this,
Thing for beyonce, that I knew they’d change…
You must not know about me, you must not know about me… Beyonce…
If I had worn a dress, and I had changed my sex,
Would I still be… Would I still be… To the left…
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