Girl, You Couldn't Do Much Better on the Beach

I was standing under palm trees waiting for you (you)
You had a vulnerable heart and a smoking 42
You said I'd changed but I've always been this way
Maybe I was to blame

You were the youngest Mary of three (three)
Shattered by the man and the pack of authority
We'll probably burn out and fail
Well, at least I was a marvellous failure
You'll be like the rest, a nonsensical benign success

(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, you said I've changed
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, you said I've changed

((Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, you said I've changed
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah
You said I'd changed but I've always been this way
Maybe I was to blame



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Jesson, Samuel Fryer, Jeffrey Peter Mayhew, William Doyle
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