You're pink you're young you're middle-class

they say it doesn't matter

fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands

you're shooting up the ladder



Your mind is racing like a pro, now

oh my god it doesn't mean a lot to you

one time you were a glowing young ruffian

oh my god it was a million years ago



Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something

sometimes you stay in bed

sometimes you go la di da di da di da da

til your eyes roll back into your head



Your mind is racing like a pro, now

oh my god it doesn't mean a lot to you

one time you were a glowing young ruffian

oh my god it was a million years ago



you're dumbstruck baby

you're dumbstruck baby now you know

you're dumbstruck baby

you're dumbstruck baby now you know





Your mind is racing like a pro, now

oh my god it doesn't mean a lot to you

one time you were a glowing young ruffian

oh my god it was a million years ago



you're dumbstruck baby

you're dumbstruck baby now you know

you're dumbstruck baby

you're dumbstruck baby now you know

you're dumbstruck baby