"Pretty Good Year" Under The Pink
Tears on the sleeve of a man don't wanna be a boy today Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs They say you were something in those formative years Hold onto nothing as fast as you can Well still pretty good year Oh pretty good
Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back back back Maybe not so now you're off you're gonna see America Well let me tell you something about America
Pretty good year Oh pretty good
Some things are melting now Some things are melting now Well hey What's it gonna take 'til my baby's alright What's it gonna take 'til my baby's alright
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Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in Lucy was pretty your best friend agreed Well still pretty good year Oh pretty good Oh pretty good year
Piano and Vocals: Tori Amos Strings arranged by John Philip Shenale Conducted by Scott Smalley Hanging out: George Porter Jr. and Carlo Nuccio
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