For Your Own Good

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 can't 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