Her Day Will Come

Well she's got no money to bet
But she could be a bookie
She's got no fame yet
But she could sing her boogie

She's hiding all her bubblegum
Looking for a real chum
She knows more than anyone
That her day will come
Her day will come

She's got an old mobile
But could receive calls
She's got a pretty smile
But no one gives a hand
When she falls down

She's hiding all her bubblegum
Looking for a real chum
She knows more than anyone
That her day will come
Her day will come

She's got a pretty face
Just waiting a kiss
She's got her own charm
But she's never been on the hot list

Hiding all her bubblegum
Looking for a real chum
She knows more than anyone
That her day will come

She's hiding all her bubblegum
Trying to find a real charm
She knows more than anyone
That her, I'm sure, her day will come

She's living confusing days, she writes and then erases
So she prefers permanent pen
And sleeping at ten
To wake and watch the sun while she

She chooses her bubblegum
Looking for a real chum
She knows more than anyone
That her day will come