Miss Unaffected by The Liptonians Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She's got it all, she's got it all figured out
She's the title track and if she only had a doubt
She'd have taken some time
Before she took the piss out of mine
But yeah it's trendy to write off the trend
She's a pretty little present wrapped in cynical friends
Yet the masses below
Will never overthrow
Miss calm, collected, unaffected
[Verse 2]
Yeah you wouldn't know 'cause she's so polite
And all the old ladies say, "Oh, isn't she nice?"
She's a pretty old thing (A pretty old thing)
And boy can she sing (And boy can she sing)
She's got a record collection that she rubs in my face
Fifteen ways to piss me off on a cassette tape
That she handed to me
Said "this is who you should be"
She's been infected, now suspected
[Chorus]
Missing from her room downstairs
Pictures in the paper says she'll be back later
Bought new clothes and dyed her hair
When she's gone she'll find out what all the fuss is about
Got a map to find herself
She's in Barcelona; yeah, no, she's all grown up
Thought going east would maybe help
She came off the airplane looking much the same
[Verse 3]
She wrote a poem on a bathroom floor
The lipstick letters that she wished were more
But she's way too scared (She's way too scared)
We leave her too much to bear (We leave her too much to bear)
To pour a little bit of herself
Into a glass that gets smashed on the wealth
Of the critiquing eyes
That love to despise
Everything they see so she will
[Chorus]
Sing along to any tune
What if they were here watching through the mirror?
It's hard creating something new
With the critical devotion to stopping things in motion
[Instrumental]
She's got it all, she's got it all figured out
She's the title track and if she only had a doubt
She'd have taken some time
Before she took the piss out of mine
But yeah it's trendy to write off the trend
She's a pretty little present wrapped in cynical friends
Yet the masses below
Will never overthrow
Miss calm, collected, unaffected
[Verse 2]
Yeah you wouldn't know 'cause she's so polite
And all the old ladies say, "Oh, isn't she nice?"
She's a pretty old thing (A pretty old thing)
And boy can she sing (And boy can she sing)
She's got a record collection that she rubs in my face
Fifteen ways to piss me off on a cassette tape
That she handed to me
Said "this is who you should be"
She's been infected, now suspected
[Chorus]
Missing from her room downstairs
Pictures in the paper says she'll be back later
Bought new clothes and dyed her hair
When she's gone she'll find out what all the fuss is about
Got a map to find herself
She's in Barcelona; yeah, no, she's all grown up
Thought going east would maybe help
She came off the airplane looking much the same
[Verse 3]
She wrote a poem on a bathroom floor
The lipstick letters that she wished were more
But she's way too scared (She's way too scared)
We leave her too much to bear (We leave her too much to bear)
To pour a little bit of herself
Into a glass that gets smashed on the wealth
Of the critiquing eyes
That love to despise
Everything they see so she will
[Chorus]
Sing along to any tune
What if they were here watching through the mirror?
It's hard creating something new
With the critical devotion to stopping things in motion
[Instrumental]