Song Written by MICHAEL TARTAGLIA
TITLE: BITTERLY BETTER
Speeding out the driveway to get there in time.
Realizing you are late 'cos it is half-past nine.
Your boss fires you but you say you resign.
You will not realize it now but your life will incline.
On the corner of your mouth, I note a crooked smile.
Enjoy this in a while you will be in denial.
You saw your girl was with me and all the while,
Some panic strikes you heart doing a three minute mile.
(bridge)
Your mind's a merry mess of untidiness.
It should be near nearly neat I gotta vex.
Ponder your life's postures you're gonna possess.
And I guess, like the rest, you're the best, I should stress--
(chorus)
Give it a rest!
Well I guessed your life would be totally messed.
False hopes and dreams in the end won't be part of a test.
Though I see you got problems lying in you own mind's nest.
You can't buy luck or life 'cos you already have the best!
You lost your favorite girl and job, surely I do not jest.
To put it most politely your carreer just valued less.
The drive for Formula One certainly was not like the rest.
At least you'rre in the paddock as their special guest.
(bridge --> chorus, then chorus --> bridge)
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