It's a beautiful day

Everything is goin' my way

Even the words are doing what I say

Oh babe, got to get away.

To be impossible

Isn't that difficult

In the city you're invisible

When you come from a small town.



Everything is alright

Everything is alright

I'm not your baby, please.



Tourist in a traffic jam

Babycham and handicam.

I'm not your mother, you're not my man.

I'm not your baby.

Don't treat me like I'm a trick

I won't treat you like you're a prick.

Don't need no doctor, I'm not ill.

I'm not your baby.

Everything is alright, etc.



Cut out the poetry

Let's hit the main artery

No time for a tourniquet

Let the colours all run out of me.

You've brought me all kinds of goods

Now my heart is so full up it hurts.

It's heavy as a shopping bag

Full of things I should give back.



Everything is alright

Everything is alright

I'm not your baby, please.



Not dizzy, just busy

Didn't drink nothing fizzy

No pills to feel easy

Don't know what got into me

Daylight a kinda robbery

The night is your geography

You're not white

You're pink and rosy

You could be right

But you're way above me.



I'm in recovery

A star of pornography.

I'm a tourist

There's a lot to see

You don't like the photographs of me

So, you've got a lot to say

You don't sleep around, but sometimes you stray

You don't believe

But oftentimes you pray for something

What is it babe?



Don't treat me like I'm a trick

I won't treat you like you're a prick.

Don't need no doctor, I'm not sick.

I'm not