Lyrics to The Natural
I'm not a natural liar
I'm not a natural anything
I've got a lot of jealousy
And it doesn't look too good on me
I get bored in the middle of the night
Wake up in the morning and I wanna start a fight
Said I still look seventeen
You got a few years left to make it in a magazine
A smile like old smoke that hangs
You give that look of give and take
And you haunt me
L’ésprit de l’escalier
You said, I never want to hear you say
What you’ve wanted…
I’m not a natural dancer
I’m always quick to guess an answer
I’ve got my dad’s impatience
Always in a rush to feel sensation
I get bored in thе middle of the night
Wake up in thе morning and want to see the light
You said I still look 17
You got a few years left to make it in a magazine
A smile like old smoke that hangs
You give that look of give and take
And you haunt me
L’ésprit de l’escalier
You said, I never want to hear you say
What you’ve wanted…
I’m not a natural winner
I want to be the dead ringer
I’m not a natural lover
Some things like that you can’t recover
But I know how to open my heart
Though you had to know me from the very start
You said I still look 17
I’ve got a few year left to make it in a magazine
I'm not a natural anything
I've got a lot of jealousy
And it doesn't look too good on me
I get bored in the middle of the night
Wake up in the morning and I wanna start a fight
Said I still look seventeen
You got a few years left to make it in a magazine
A smile like old smoke that hangs
You give that look of give and take
And you haunt me
L’ésprit de l’escalier
You said, I never want to hear you say
What you’ve wanted…
I’m not a natural dancer
I’m always quick to guess an answer
I’ve got my dad’s impatience
Always in a rush to feel sensation
I get bored in thе middle of the night
Wake up in thе morning and want to see the light
You said I still look 17
You got a few years left to make it in a magazine
A smile like old smoke that hangs
You give that look of give and take
And you haunt me
L’ésprit de l’escalier
You said, I never want to hear you say
What you’ve wanted…
I’m not a natural winner
I want to be the dead ringer
I’m not a natural lover
Some things like that you can’t recover
But I know how to open my heart
Though you had to know me from the very start
You said I still look 17
I’ve got a few year left to make it in a magazine