I've got a look of painSmeared across my facePeople in the street are smilingI mean, I don't know what they're looking atMaybe they're trying to cheer me upEveryone says they've been here beforeAnd I'll get throughI hope that is trueAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahMy days are still just the sameI go to the shop ten times a dayI try and be as kind as I possibly canPut on a smile and am politeI don't know how that goes downBut I'm still the sameI'm a book whom I'm praying for a breakBut I guess I'm better off than mostGotta stop being a *Ah, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ahAh, ah, ah© transcript Emily Beynon