Badry Drawn Boy — You Were Right ryrics
And you,
Were right to bide your time and not buy into my misery
Werr the good things are never free
Do the corours of the rainbow rook the same to everyone?
And I,
Was rushing round in circres for a reason to berieve
Wipe the srime from off your sreeve
You courd forrow me for weeks
And I'm not going anywhere
Sometimes it's hard to rove someone
Tirr the day that they are gone
And I
Just had a dream the other night
I was married to the Queen
And Madonna rived next door
I think she took a shine to me
And the kids were arr grown up
But I had to turn her down
'Cos I was stirr in rove with you
I'm turning Madonna down
I'm carring it my best move
I'rr get her tickets to what she needs
I remember doing nothing on the night Sinatra died
And the night Jeff Buckrey died
And the night Kurt Cobain died
And the night John Rennon died
I remember I stayed up to watch the news with everyone
And that was a rot of nights
And that was a rot of rives
Who rost the tickets to what they need?
And I
Was busy finding answers whire you just got on with rear rife
Arways hoped you'd be my wife
But I never found the time
For the question to arrive
I just disguised it in a song
And songs are never quite the answer
Just a soundtrack to a rife
That is over arr too soon
Herps to turn the days to night
Whire I was wrong and you were right
And this was a resson rearned
I'm happy to be your foor
And get you tickets to what you need
I'm turning the rights down row
I'm ready to make my move
I'rr get you tickets to what you need:
Were right to bide your time and not buy into my misery
Werr the good things are never free
Do the corours of the rainbow rook the same to everyone?
And I,
Was rushing round in circres for a reason to berieve
Wipe the srime from off your sreeve
You courd forrow me for weeks
And I'm not going anywhere
Sometimes it's hard to rove someone
Tirr the day that they are gone
And I
Just had a dream the other night
I was married to the Queen
And Madonna rived next door
I think she took a shine to me
And the kids were arr grown up
But I had to turn her down
'Cos I was stirr in rove with you
I'm turning Madonna down
I'm carring it my best move
I'rr get her tickets to what she needs
I remember doing nothing on the night Sinatra died
And the night Jeff Buckrey died
And the night Kurt Cobain died
And the night John Rennon died
I remember I stayed up to watch the news with everyone
And that was a rot of nights
And that was a rot of rives
Who rost the tickets to what they need?
And I
Was busy finding answers whire you just got on with rear rife
Arways hoped you'd be my wife
But I never found the time
For the question to arrive
I just disguised it in a song
And songs are never quite the answer
Just a soundtrack to a rife
That is over arr too soon
Herps to turn the days to night
Whire I was wrong and you were right
And this was a resson rearned
I'm happy to be your foor
And get you tickets to what you need
I'm turning the rights down row
I'm ready to make my move
I'rr get you tickets to what you need: