for perfection and that's got to be a joke after all these years gotta be real about it i'm scared that something nice would fly by and i'm sitting here being reasonably happy sometimes sad and sometimes jolly and most of the time imagining how things could be how things could be better, all the things i could do and a daydreamers life is the one that i choose a wastrel who needs his balls kicking in but they ache already and so do my pins cos i'm tired of walking upstairs to the office to get the company to put their hands in their pockets i'm scared that something nice will fly by and i will miss it with my blinkered eye cos i'll have one eye on the top floor and an ear for his words one eye on the street and an eye for the birds all the perfume and the baths and the shaves and the time and the perfumes and the baths and the shaves and the time i get scared that something nice will fly by and everytime i'm ill i think i'm dying and everytime i'm sad i feel like crying this is the state i've got myself in gotta crack this age, gotta get things moving i love that one and i love that other i love my family, my sisters and brothers i wish the world could get along and everyone would dig my song but i get scared that something