My room faces north But the sun's in the south I am just waking up To the news of my birth I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here Whatever that's worth Like an ostrich I lived with my head in the sand I slipped into corners I sat on my hands I learned to stifle The shouts and the outrage I'm feeling deep down With my chains falling off And the hope in a friend Cafés and walkaways And sculptured weekends I am getting to love my freedom I am getting to like my surroundings My room faces north But the sun's in the south You are far out of reach Could I be any worth? To some special person My mind is unknowing Of any such luck So I yell out the window I answer the mail My diary is quiet, the definitive nail In my social coffin I blame all the boffins For making me fail For an hour in the park Or an hour on the couch With the boy of my choice If he makes me go "Ouch!" I will swap all my dumb school prizes I am open to dark surprises My room faces north But the sun's in the south You are far out of reach Perfect hand, perfect mouth I'll barter my freedom I'll trade all my medals Please keep me in dreams I don't want commitment I don't want the drama I just want your jeans I just want your jeans
My room faces north But the sun's in the south I am just waking up To the news of my birth I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here Whatever that's worth Like an ostrich I lived with my head in the sand I slipped into corners I sat on my hands I learned to stifle The shouts and the outrage I'm feeling deep down With my chains falling off And the hope in a friend Cafés and walkaways And sculptured weekends I am getting to love my freedom I am getting to like my surroundings My room faces north But the sun's in the south You are far out of reach Could I be any worth? To some special person My mind is unknowing Of any such luck So I yell out the window I answer the mail My diary is quiet, the definitive nail In my social coffin I blame all the boffins For making me fail For an hour in the park Or an hour on the couch With the boy of my choice If he makes me go "Ouch!" I will swap all my dumb school prizes I am open to dark surprises My room faces north But the sun's in the south You are far out of reach Perfect hand, perfect mouth I'll barter my freedom I'll trade all my medals Please keep me in dreams I don't want commitment I don't want the drama I just want your jeans I just want your jeans
