She Had No Idea Songtext

The crowd around can cry me
As I am its maimed sex,
Stalk of little daisies to rise from spring again
I shall smile at boring days
And faster I will reach the centre of my town
To win the parking
'Cause everyone here's bound by childish booze
And everyone's afar off certain ends
Then the crowd around entrust me with weird tasks:
To talk about the stormy weather, to grab a seat beside the foe,