Linda

Finally figured out that I’m not a caregiver
Spend cash just to make it go quick
I won’t relax, doesn’t make me feel good
Twenty five years at the top of the food chain
I control when it rains
Live the only way I could

Buy my friends
Buy my style
Buy my kids
Bury my smile
Buy my face
Foreign cars
Meet Pascal on the boulevard

He’s no one

My heart is glass Lalique
My kids don’t speak to me
Milk children in Bangladesh so I can throw a charity event
My heart is glass Lalique
I still can’t sleep
Because I can feel it start to rain on me

Buy my friends
Buy my style
Buy my kids
Bury my smile
Buy my face
Foreign cars

Where are my friends?
Where’s my style?
Where are my kids?
Where’s my smile?
Bury my face in your arms
Meet Pascal on the boulevard

I’m no one