The Original

Well it seems she’ll play the same old piece to play along
Because the audience never listened to her mermaid song
That temptation was a sunny isle where all that lives is dead
Don’t choose its shadows to make your bed

Behind that painted lady, there’s a masterpiece
Oh, behind the painted lady, she’s a masterpiece
Oh, but she doesn’t care to think so no
She hasn’t got belief
That’s what she’s wearing over her face

Singing, oh! Take me back to me
Oh! The original me
Oh! Take me back to me
The original me

And when the sun descends she’ll be the swan song silhouette
And even down the road she’ll be the last to leave your head
And you’ll feel like your marooned upon that sunny isle instead
Don’t choose its shadows to make your bed

Oh! Take me back to me
Oh! The original me
Oh! Take me back to me
The original me