Jill Sobule - Nothing To Prove
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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I remember laying down
It was 1983
Under the tree while listening to London
Calling or something like that
Twenty-three years later
I'm here at a meeting
Trying to impress someone at a dying record company
I got nothing to prove
And in walks in this sullen girl
Who looks like she's nineteen, or wants to be
With her biker boots and her hair dyed black
Did that look so many years ago
She looks at me like I'm some square
Or I'm like her mother
Well, fuck you, kid; I got nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Once I was as miserable as you
Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
I got nothing to prove
And here I am in Los Angeles
I came here two years ago
And everyone's young and beautiful,
and their sk