- Songwriters: Mick Hucknall
I was listening to this conversation
Noticing my daydream stimulated me more
I was crumbling with anticipation
You better send me home before I tumble down to the floor
You're so beautiful but oh so boring
I'm wondering what am I doing here
So beautiful but oh so boring
I'm wondering if anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?
Something's glistening in my imagination
Motivating something close to breaking the law
Wait a mo before you take me down to the station
I've never known a one who'd make me suicidal before
She was so beautiful but oh so boring
I'm wondering what was I doing there
So beautiful but oh so boring
I'm wondering if anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?
She was so beautiful but oh so boring
I'm wondering what was I doing there
So beautiful but oh so boring
I'm wondering if anyone out there really cares
About the color of your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?
Is anyone out there really cares?
Is anyone out there really cares?
So beautiful
About the curlers in your hair
She was so beautiful
She was so
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