No one ever was going to be first out of the stalls
No one ever was going to be six,
seven,
eight feet tall
No one ever was going to be signed up big No
one ever was going to be dressing up slick
But at the back of my mind
I was always hoping I might just get by
But at the back of my mind
I was always hoping that I might just get by
No one ever was going to be all that impressed
No one ever was going to be out of a mess
No one ever was going to be ahead of the rest
At the back of my mind I was always hoping that I might just get by
At the back of my mind I was always hoping I might just get by
At the back of my mind I was always hoping
I might just get by
At the back of my mind
I was always hoping I might just get by
Always hoped that I might just get by
Always hoped that I
might just get by
Always
hoped that I
might just get by
Always hoped that I might just get by