Letras
Remember when life was fun and you could still hang out
And people would buy what you have to sell
But now you're just knocked-out and slumped on the floor
Like here it goes
This is the story that you're gonna tell
You couldn't see that you had it all
Was always short but acted so tall
But now you woke up, and you looked in the mirror
Here it comes
Maybe you're very small
It doesn't have to be a moral to every tale
Maybe, well, sometimes I just like to sing
Maybe I ain't got nothin' to sell
(How can you tell?)
Maybe I just stole your magic ring