Tara Blaise - For Your Own Good lyrics

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There goes the prettiest girl in town

And her style and her luck, oh it weighs her down

And a road, and a car, and a voice calling

“Let it be, let it be, let it be morning.”

Who made that dress for you?

Oh, you're a credit, for all you do

And the ice, and the knife, and the tall orders

And the fool in the night, and the cut corners

For your own good; tell you that you should

For your own good

Here come the happiest days of your life

Falling and falling like leaves and you might

Let it fall, let it break, let it spill onto the street, and the crowd

And they stare, but you cant hear them speak

Oh, you're a pretty girl, you're a pretty girl; sweet

And you run, and you hide, and you seek

And you run, and you hide, and you grow older

“Let it be, let it be, let it be over.”

For your own good; tell you that you should

For your own good

Twice times four

We all want more

I'm just a girl

Take on the world