I know what they say
She's never quite there
Maybe it's the blonde hair
Always falling down the stairs
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
Ooh, ooh
Maybe I escape
Into a better place
They're so quick to judge
I may not live inside their reality
But I've got him, and he's got me
Ooh, ooh
La, la, la
La, la, la
Now tell me what's making you sad
Now tell me what's making you sad
