Sheila Get Dressed Songtext
von Market

Keep your eyes on the Gram, play hate to the process
Just (Fly me to the moon)
We′re both the same (Fly me to the moon) or some place else
I usually attend to the loony bin misadventures, but not today
Callers, better note I'm miles away
Usually just stick to whatever′s on a plate and just play along
But lately everybody's been like


Bless, and if you're ever back in town pay me a visit
Lately you′ve been busy, but you′re trying to work it out
Say you're trying to work it out
Instead of tales of you reaching inner peace
Just hit me with another of how you change fast, unlike your enemies

Memory has seen you bleed over last few years
Yet nine out of ten wouldn′t trade for another
Sit down
Eat well
Take care, my brother
Has seen you sweat, restlessly roll on a bed
The least but not the last
It's all yours, we′re blessed, my brother