My Beautiful

Artists : Lennon : My Beautiful

Wake up every morning to the sound of the radio screaming
Six-thirty, seven-thirty, eight o'clock and I got to leave
Walk out on the street with nothing on except the shame of last night
And a number in my hand of a man I don't really need

Where do I fit in?
Where's my place here?
What do I need to say?
What do you want to here?
Where do I fit in
If she's in your bed?
Where's my beautiful?

Late night, long day, doesn't make much difference to me anyway
You called, I answered, but baby I'm only half awake
Hush little one with you here everything's going to be okay
Is all you say, but what if things don't go that way?

Where do I fit in?
Where's my place here?
What do I need to say?
What do you want to here?
Where do I fit in
If she's in your bed?
Where's my beautiful?

It's over, we both know, we're both tired of playing the parts
I said goodbye, you said oh well nothing's really lost
Call every now and then just to hear your voice talk to me
You still say everything's alright, but it's not and that's something you're too blind to see

Where do I fit in?
Where's my place here?
What do I need to say?
What do you want to here?
Where do I fit in
If she's in your bed?
Where's my beautiful?

Where do I fit in?
Where's my place here?
There's nothing for me to say
There's nothing you want to hear
Where do I fit in
If she's in your bed?
Where is my beautiful?

Where do I fit in
If she's in your bed?
Where is my beautiful?