Black Box Recorder - The Facts Of Life Lyrics
Do do do, do do doDo do do, do do doWhen boys are just elevenThey begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done beforeThey develop curiosity and start to fantasizeAbout the things they have never thought of doing beforeThese dreams are no more harmful thanThe usual thoughts that boys have of becoming football stars or millionairesAs long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remainsIt's just a nature walkIt's just the facts of lifeThere's no master planWalk me home from schoolI'll let you hold my handYou're getting ideasAnd when you sleep at nightThey develop into sweet dreamsIt's just the facts of lifeA boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girlBut not daring to because she might say noAt last he summons up the courage phonesAnd discovers someone else has asked her first and she's said yesNow's time to deal with the fear of being rejectedNo-one gets through life without being hurtAt this point the boy who's listening to this songIs probably saying it's easier said than done and it's trueIt's just the facts of lifeThere's no master planWalk me home from schoolI'll let you hold my handYou're getting ideasAnd when you sleep at nightThey develop into sweet dreamsIt's just the facts of lifeDo do do, do do doDo do do, do do doSmall-town dating differs from more urban situationsIn particular if there's few places to goAdolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcadeIf they have to almost anywhere will doA family car, a disused coalmineA rowing boat or a shedExperimentation, familiarizationIt's all a nature walkIt's just the facts of lifeThere's no master planWalk me home from schoolI'll let you hold my handYou're getting ideasAnd when you sleep at nightThey develop into sweet dreamsIt's just the facts of lifeIt's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand)You're getting ideas (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)And when you sleep at night (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)It's just the facts of lifeIt's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand)
