Grace Gaustad - Everybody’s Friend lyrics
[Grace Gaustad - Everybody’s Friend lyrics]
Maybe it’s the bad luck
I keep running into things
The road's a little too rough
Hanging on by a string
I try to keep my head up
Pretend we're all the same
It's so hard to believe ya
Will it ever change?
Cause no one cares when you fall
Get back up and hoping
Someone's there to take you home she said
If I grew up in Beverly Hills
In a perfect white house on
The top of the hill
I'd be the one on the othеr side of the desk
Talking about my last trip
All thе summers in Paris
Never impressed 'cause I already have it
I'd be the one you don't want to offend
Enviously everybody's friend
Ah ah, ooh oh ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh
I'd be in the fast car
Driving to a fancy place
On my way to break hearts
Be someone I probably hate
Talk a little too much
How things might have been
If I never grew up with everything
Cause no one cares when you fall
Get back up and hoping
Someone's there to take you home she said
If I grew up in Beverly Hills
In a perfect white house on
The top of the hill
I'd be the one on the othеr side of the desk
Talking about my last trip
All thе summers in Paris
Never impressed 'cause I already have it
I'd be the one you don't want to offend
Enviously everybody's friend
Ah ah, ooh oh ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh
If I grew up in Beverly Hills
In a perfect white house on
The top of the hill
I'd be the one on the other side of the desk
Talking about my last trip
All the summers in Paris
Never impressed cause I already have it
I'd be the one you don't want to offend
Enviously everybody's friend
Ah ah, ooh oh ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh
I keep running into things
The road's a little too rough
Hanging on by a string
I try to keep my head up
Pretend we're all the same
It's so hard to believe ya
Will it ever change?
Cause no one cares when you fall
Get back up and hoping
Someone's there to take you home she said
If I grew up in Beverly Hills
In a perfect white house on
The top of the hill
I'd be the one on the othеr side of the desk
Talking about my last trip
All thе summers in Paris
Never impressed 'cause I already have it
I'd be the one you don't want to offend
Enviously everybody's friend
Ah ah, ooh oh ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh
I'd be in the fast car
Driving to a fancy place
On my way to break hearts
Be someone I probably hate
Talk a little too much
How things might have been
If I never grew up with everything
Cause no one cares when you fall
Get back up and hoping
Someone's there to take you home she said
If I grew up in Beverly Hills
In a perfect white house on
The top of the hill
I'd be the one on the othеr side of the desk
Talking about my last trip
All thе summers in Paris
Never impressed 'cause I already have it
I'd be the one you don't want to offend
Enviously everybody's friend
Ah ah, ooh oh ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh
If I grew up in Beverly Hills
In a perfect white house on
The top of the hill
I'd be the one on the other side of the desk
Talking about my last trip
All the summers in Paris
Never impressed cause I already have it
I'd be the one you don't want to offend
Enviously everybody's friend
Ah ah, ooh oh ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh ah ah, ooh oh
Ah ah, ooh oh