The Divine Comedy - I Was Born Yesterday lyrics
[The Divine Comedy - I Was Born Yesterday lyrics]
I, I was born yesterday
And I believe all that you say
I have no choice, I must obey you
Is this the first or the second day
Of the rest of my life, well hey
Why should I care either way if what you say
Is true
Saturday morning, the 18th of December
I cannot remember the last time that I saw
Such a young ballerina in
Love with the loveless
In tune with a tuneless old upright piano
Standing en pointe
Going through each position
With gentle precision
She measures each movement
Her classical features and elegant waistline
Are going to waste while
She pleases her parents
I, I was born yesterday
And I believe all that you say
I have no choice, I must obey you
(But I have a question)
Is this the first or the second day
Of the rest of my life, well hey
Why should I care either way if what you say
Is true
What if they died on the road to Rathmines?
Where a dog in two minds
Times his run to perfection
An orphan at last
She'd be sick in the loo-bowl
Then go the funeral and cry by the graveside
Then she would sleep with the
First man she sees
And she'd catch some disease which
She'd give to her doctor
And she'd cook her own breakfast and
She'd cook his as well
And they'd both get on swell
Even though he was married
You are a part of me i am a part of you
Why should I let you walk all over me
All over me
And I believe all that you say
I have no choice, I must obey you
Is this the first or the second day
Of the rest of my life, well hey
Why should I care either way if what you say
Is true
Saturday morning, the 18th of December
I cannot remember the last time that I saw
Such a young ballerina in
Love with the loveless
In tune with a tuneless old upright piano
Standing en pointe
Going through each position
With gentle precision
She measures each movement
Her classical features and elegant waistline
Are going to waste while
She pleases her parents
I, I was born yesterday
And I believe all that you say
I have no choice, I must obey you
(But I have a question)
Is this the first or the second day
Of the rest of my life, well hey
Why should I care either way if what you say
Is true
What if they died on the road to Rathmines?
Where a dog in two minds
Times his run to perfection
An orphan at last
She'd be sick in the loo-bowl
Then go the funeral and cry by the graveside
Then she would sleep with the
First man she sees
And she'd catch some disease which
She'd give to her doctor
And she'd cook her own breakfast and
She'd cook his as well
And they'd both get on swell
Even though he was married
You are a part of me i am a part of you
Why should I let you walk all over me
All over me