I remember piano lessons, the hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands destroying timeless tunes She said, "There's too much out there, too much already said You'd better give up hoping, you're better off in bed" ♪ You don't need much to speak of, no class, no wit, no soul Forget your own agenda, get ready to be sold I feel now like Christine Keeler, sleepwaking in the rain I didn't mean to lose direction, I didn't want that kind of fame (Take your hands off my land) Credit me with some intelligence (if not, just credit me) I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties) ♪ And even though I got it all now, my only stupid dream Is you and me together, and how it should have been I remember piano lessons, now everything seems clear You waiting under streetlights for dreams to disappear Credit me with some intelligence (if not, just credit me) I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties) ♪ (Take your hands off my land) Credit me with some intelligence (if not, just credit me) I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties) Credit me with some intelligence (if not, just credit me) I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties) ♪ Credit me with some intelligence I come in value packs of ten