Misty boyce

The life

Misty boyce
Paper bag or plastic, you’re making a choice, oh yeah
Pistol or broken glass, you’re making a choice, oh yeah
So take your pick, you can’t get it wrong
It’s the road we’re on
But it’s not the one I want

Put it in the basket, stock up for the hurricane
Go to dad and ask him if he cleared the fire escape
We can’t afford to get it wrong if it’s raining long
Keepin’ the life we want
Give us the life we want
We want the life we want

Cutting is the fashion, she moved up to hollywood
Got a little mansion, bought up all the friends she could
But hates the weight, it’s making her old
In the world she knows
But it’s not the one I want
It’s not the life I want
It’s not the one I want

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