Grace Petrie - Nobody Knows That I'm A Fraud lyrics
[Grace Petrie - Nobody Knows That I'm A Fraud lyrics]
As you might expect
I only live-tweet Question
Time for comedic effect
I've never Virginia Woolf
Or any Bertolt Brecht
And nobody knows that I'm a fraud
It's often been alleged that I'm as
Hard left as can be but my idea of "edgy" is
An unknown brand of tea
And I'm not even veggie, let alone dairy free
And nobody knows that I'm a fraud
But, I'll get up underneath the
Lights until I feel adored
And I'll never tell you anything
I think you won't applaud
Oh it might not always be the truth
But it will have three chords
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
Well dressing how I do I
Find I often get mistook
By graphic novel fans who judge me
On the way I look
But, I just like Batman shirts
I've never read a comic book
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
When people call me a musician
That makes my palms perspire
I took Grade I piano
And I never got no higher
If I didn't have this capo then
You'd all see I'm a liar
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
But, I'll get up underneath the
Lights until I feel adored
And I'll never tell you anything
I think you won't applaud
Oh it might not always be the truth
But it will have three chords
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
And some days I get so
Scared that we're losing
And some days I'm just so
Sure we'll never win and some days I get
So knackered from refusing
To let that in, to let that in, woah
Well some days life feels like a
Play that you have not rehearsed
But one thing's true of all
Of us sharing this universe
Is we could all be doing better and
We could all be doing worse
And everyone you know feels like a fraud
Come on and get up underneath the
Lights until you feel adored
But never tell them anything you
Think they won't applaud
Oh it might not always be the truth
But it will have three chords
Nobody knows that I'm a fraud
Oh it might not always be the truth
But it will have three chords
And I guess I'll take up spoken word
When I run out of chords
Because nobody knows that I'm a fraud