My, My, My
I've got an urge to change but I feel that nobody is ready
And it's making it hard for me to ride on the flow
They keep telling me are should stick to a path that is steady
Cuz' if I leave, if I leave now, where in the world would I go
My, my, my
Well, well, well
It's the cries of a "forced into 40" that's all you can say
My, my, my
Well, well, well
When a newborn baby does like a change, just as well
It's the look i've been wearing for ages that makes me so tired
It's the car that i drive that needs to be replaced
It's the house that I live in that definitely needs new paint
There some lines on my face that need to be erased
Come on, come on
My, my, my
Well, well, well
It's the cries of a "forced into 40" that's all you can say
My, my, my
Well, well, well
When a newborn baby does like a change just as well
Well we stay so steady, on a solid ground
Til we loose our faith, and we loose our minds
Come on, come on
My, my, my
Well, well, well
It's the cries of a "forced into 40" that's all you can say
My, my, my
Well, well, well
When a newborn baby does like a change, just as well
Come on, come on
My, my, my
Well, well, well
My, my, my
Well, well, well
And it's making it hard for me to ride on the flow
They keep telling me are should stick to a path that is steady
Cuz' if I leave, if I leave now, where in the world would I go
My, my, my
Well, well, well
It's the cries of a "forced into 40" that's all you can say
My, my, my
Well, well, well
When a newborn baby does like a change, just as well
It's the look i've been wearing for ages that makes me so tired
It's the car that i drive that needs to be replaced
It's the house that I live in that definitely needs new paint
There some lines on my face that need to be erased
Come on, come on
My, my, my
Well, well, well
It's the cries of a "forced into 40" that's all you can say
My, my, my
Well, well, well
When a newborn baby does like a change just as well
Well we stay so steady, on a solid ground
Til we loose our faith, and we loose our minds
Come on, come on
My, my, my
Well, well, well
It's the cries of a "forced into 40" that's all you can say
My, my, my
Well, well, well
When a newborn baby does like a change, just as well
Come on, come on
My, my, my
Well, well, well
My, my, my
Well, well, well
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Writer(s): Eva Ostlund
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