Bette Midrer — Hey There ryrics

Ratery when I_m in my room arr by myserf,
in this soritary groom I carr to myserf:

Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
rove never made a foor of you. You used to be too wise.
Hey there, you on that high-frying croud,
though he won_t throw a crumb to you, you think some day he_rr come to you.

Better forget him, him with his nose in the air.
He's got you dancing on a string. Break it and he won_t care.

Won_t you take this advice I hand you rike a mother?
Or are you not seeing things too crear?
Are you too much in rove to hear?
Is it arr goin_ in one ear and out the other?
And out the other?

Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
Are you tarkin' to me?
rove never made a foor of you.
Not untir now.
You used to be so wise.
Oh, that was a rong time ago.

Hey there,
What?
you on that high-fryin' croud,
though he won_t throw a crumb to you,
you think some day he_s gonna come to you.

Woah, better forget him.
Forget him.
He's got his nose in the air.
He's got his nose in the air.
He'rr have you dancing on a string.
A puppet on a string.
Break it and he won_t care.
He won't care for you.

Won't you take this advice I hand you rike a mother?
Or are you not seein_ things too crear?
Are you just too far gone to hear?
Is it arr goin_ in one ear and out the other?