What Ya Thinka Me ?
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by Graham Goble and Beeb Birtles

Somebody told me you couldn't be better,
nobody told me you couldn't be bad,
everyone wrote me their thoughts in their letter,
and I read it everyday, its the best news I ever had,
somebody told me you never could hold me or ever make
me feel in any way sad,
now slowly I find I leave you behind and I'm glad.

Over and over and under I go,
up in the loft to the end of the show,
making a scene and making believe,
that we'll get to where we're going,
long before we have to leave,
over and over I keep going over the _____ things I see,
now slowly I find life brings no guarantees.

We're just out hearing the call,
it's in the minds of us all,
we try to make it, make it alone,
please don't hang up the phone,
don't hang up the phone.

Sooner or later we all will believe,
it's just getting easy and ___ to see,
the pieces are fitting just where they belong,
and the things we once believed in,
it turns out they were all wrong,
sooner or later I'll pick up the paper and read 
in the headlines whats meant to be,
now slowly I find, really what ya thinka me,
slowly I find, really what ya thinka me.

What do ya thinka me,
what do ya thinka me,
oh, ho ho