i hide my winter-white skin in jeans i don’t have the hips for.
straight up and down – should i have a problem with that?
it’s getting harder to work out who’s on my side.
i don’t have the answer.
if i ever did it must’ve slipped my mind.
i’m taking no chances.
i leave them alone so there’s no need for them to bother me.
i’ve got all i’m needing right here where i’m standing.
and i’m on his side.
he’s on my side.
we hold things together and nothing could be sweeter.
how come you’ve got the hours to be messing round
with things i don’t have the time for?
i see you squabbling and chieving -
i’ve got no reason to be joining in.
your smiles come too esy and mean nothing to me.
i hold things together and nothing could be sweeter.
and when you tire of being led astray and taken for granted
well, you know, it doesn’t have to be that way.
i’m on his side.
he’s on my side.
we hold things together.
and nothing could be sweeter.
