WHAT TO DO
Come on in, sweetie pie!
Have an apple, have some lye...
Leave youe friends, righteous and pathetic,
Standing at the door.
On the books, all your bets favor headbands and cassettes,
Cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores.
What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find
Mediocre people do exceptional things
All the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
When we move to the city,
It seemed the competition
Got so much less pretty
But the mirror's never failed you like this before.
So your revenge on the world
Will be pencils through your curls
And if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more
(And more and more and more...)
What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find
Mediocre poeple do exceptional things
All the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your tallented mind...
Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
What to do?
When that day finally nears,
You'll at least have made it clear
That compassion's just a nicer way
Of looking down your nose.
It seems that all the people want to do
Is crowd the streets of Amsterdam
(Pamplona, too)
But the bulls have already come and gone
And bellowed all their lows.
Now nobody knows
What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find
Mediocre people do exceptional things
All the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
What to do?
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