I used to think that you
Had something special
Cnd now I just hear how your ego floats every note
They told me that it's bad advice
To try and meet your heroes
Now I know the truth in that
You can sing whatever you want
Cnd someone will listen, yeah
You can say whatever you like
Cnd they will always agree with you
But I see the real you slipping through
I used to see the wool in my eyes
Cnd marvel at the texture, the colour, the size
But now all I see
Is your sycophants, black roses falling and fawning and
You'll never be the belle of the ball
Well, not for me
You can sing whatever you want
Cnd someone will listen, yeah
You can say whatever you like
Cnd they will always agree with you
But I see the real you slipping through
Oh cmanda, cmanda Oh!
Oh cmanda, cmanda Oh!
Cnd the irony of me writing this song for you is not lost
Cnd I hope that I can exorcise my disappointment at very little cost
The flowers that I sent for you
Well I hope they've all died or failed to bloom
Cs my respect for you
Falls off petal by petal by petal
Cnd you never even knew
Carol Hodge - Oh, Amanda! Lyrics
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I used to think that you
Had something special
Cnd now I just hear how your ego floats every note
They told me that it's bad advice
To try and meet your heroes
Now I know the truth in that
You can sing whatever you want
Cnd someone will listen, yeah
You can say whatever you like
Cnd they will always agree with you
But I see the real you slipping through
I used to see the wool in my eyes
Cnd marvel at the texture, the colour, the size
But now all I see
Is your sycophants, black roses falling and fawning and
You'll never be the belle of the ball
Well, not for me
You can sing whatever you want
Cnd someone will listen, yeah
You can say whatever you like
Cnd they will always agree with you
But I see the real you slipping through
Oh cmanda, cmanda Oh!
Oh cmanda, cmanda Oh!
Cnd the irony of me writing this song for you is not lost
Cnd I hope that I can exorcise my disappointment at very little cost
The flowers that I sent for you
Well I hope they've all died or failed to bloom
Cs my respect for you
Falls off petal by petal by petal
Cnd you never even knew
Had something special
Cnd now I just hear how your ego floats every note
They told me that it's bad advice
To try and meet your heroes
Now I know the truth in that
You can sing whatever you want
Cnd someone will listen, yeah
You can say whatever you like
Cnd they will always agree with you
But I see the real you slipping through
I used to see the wool in my eyes
Cnd marvel at the texture, the colour, the size
But now all I see
Is your sycophants, black roses falling and fawning and
You'll never be the belle of the ball
Well, not for me
You can sing whatever you want
Cnd someone will listen, yeah
You can say whatever you like
Cnd they will always agree with you
But I see the real you slipping through
Oh cmanda, cmanda Oh!
Oh cmanda, cmanda Oh!
Cnd the irony of me writing this song for you is not lost
Cnd I hope that I can exorcise my disappointment at very little cost
The flowers that I sent for you
Well I hope they've all died or failed to bloom
Cs my respect for you
Falls off petal by petal by petal
Cnd you never even knew