George Michael - Flawless Lyrics
'Cause you're beautiful (Like no other)'Cause you're beautiful (maybe tonight, they'll see you tonight)Beautiful .... beautifulAnd it's no good waiting by the windowIt's no good waiting for the sunPlease believe me, the things you dream ofThey don't fall in the laps of no-oneAnd it's no good . . . Waiting, waitingAnd it's no good . . . WaitingYou've got to go to the cityAlways the sameAlways the same dreams yeah yeahAlways the same (yes you're movin' up)Well you've got to think of something'Cause your job pays you nothingBut you've got the things God gave youSo the music may yet be your saviourGot to be a way, some wayGot to be some way to make your way to the light (All the girls say)Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight, maybe tonightAnd it's always the same . . .Always the same dreams yeah yeahAlways the same (yes you're movin' up)You're beautiful, you are, and you know itYou're wasted here, you're a starIn this small town of hand-me-downs who don't even know itSometimes it brings you downSometimes it eats you upSometimes you think that your head's going to blowIt doesn't get better . . .Don't you know, you've got to go to the cityYou've got to reach the other side of the glassI think you'll make it in the city babyI think you know that you are more than justSome *****ed up piece of assGot to be a way, some wayGot to be some way to make your way to the light (All the boys say)Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight,They'll see you tonightAnd it's always the sameA lways the sameAlways the same dreams yeah yeahAlways the same (yes you're movin' up)Cause you're beautiful (like no other)Cause you're beautiful (take me, make me)Cause you're beautiful (maybe tonight, they'll see you tonight)Beautiful .... beautifulAnd it's no good waiting by the windowIt's no good waiting for the sunPlease believe me, the things you dream ofThey don't fall in the laps of no-oneAnd it's no good . . . Waiting, waitingAnd it's no good . . . WaitingYou've got to go to the cityYou've got to go to the city,They're going to find you there'Cause you're beautiful'Cause you're beautifulSometimes it brings you downSometimes it eats you upSometimes you think that your head's going to blow andIt doesn't get better . . .Don't you know, you've got to go to the cityYou've got to reach the other side of the glassI think you'll make it in the city babyI think you know that you are more than justSome *****ed up piece of assMore than just ...Sid you've got to think of something'Cause your job pays you nothingBut you've got the things God gave youSo the music may yet be your saviourDo you want a saviour, saviourSay that you do,You know you're wasted here, wasted hereAnd there ain't no miracles happening any time soon ...
