People asked Elizabeth
Why she wasn't big-time yet
They meant well but they had no idea
Putting herself out there
Ever since she could remember
Singing songs to anyone who'd hear
She felt patronised
Wanted to cry
Kept her head held high
Told herself
Best, dear
You've tried your best, dear
All the rest, yeah
What do they know
You've put up a good fight so
Get through the night, oh
Let it go
Getting a bit older
But her dreams aren't growing colder
Singing's still the thing she has to do
The men, they like to sit and stare
Comment on her hips and hair
While she sings to anyone who cares
She feels patronised
So undignified
But keeps her head held high
Tells herself
Best, dear
You've tried your best, dear
All the rest, yeah
What do they know
You've put up a good fight so
Get through the night, oh
Let it go
She feels patronised
So undignified
But keeps her head held high
Tells herself
Best, dear
You've tried your best, dear
All the rest, yeah
What do they know
You've put up a good fight so
Get through the night, oh
Turn off the light, oh
Let it go